She does not come up with an answer to that.

...Wow, attempting to interrogate small children to figure out what in all hells is going on is frustrating! Lancir smiles rather than show any of that frustration.

:So your daddy made the ring, but what about your necklace and bracelet?: Savil asks. :Where did you get those?:

:Urtho made my bracelet! My mommy made my necklace.:

:Right: This doesn't really help at all! :Er, and - is Vanyel friends with your parents? If he plays with you sometimes?: This is the most inexplicable part. The rest could maaaaaybe fit, somehow.

:Yes! He and my daddy are bestest friends.:

:Really? Do - you have any idea how they met each other?:

Pexa is bewildered at the idea that adults have not always known each other. :No.:

Sigh. This isn't likely to be any more helpful, but. :What's your daddy's name:

She knows that one! :King Leareth!:

Savil jumps in her chair and gives Pexa a horrified and - frightened? - look. :What. Are you sure:

Lancir doesn't look any happier!

Pexa is upset to have done something wrong! :I'm right!:

:We're not angry with you and we're - not saying you're lying...: Lancir says quickly. He still looks very upset.

Pexa is wide-eyed and a bit sniffly about this. 

Gods. She is so incredibly not equipped to soothe an upset small child while also dealing with this revelation.

:Sandra: Savil sends, half-desperately. :Can you, er, play with her or - something...?:

Sandra was not included in the recent Mindspeech exchange and wouldn't have recognized the name 'Leareth' anyway. :Uh, sure, I'll take her out for a walk: To Pexa: :Come with me, let's go exploring:

...And she doesn't care what Savil says, Van is good with littles and she wants his help here. :Van?:

He's in the library, and startles a bit. :- Sandra? What is it:

:Come back to your room, I'm supposed to entertain a sad little girl and I think you should play the lute for her:

...None of that makes any sense but he's hiding not doing anything useful and it would be embarrassing to say he can't play music for a child because he's having a bad day. :Er. All right. I'm coming:

So this is how Sandra ends up walking Pexa up and down the hallway, 'exploring', until Vanyel - harried-looking, with dark bags under his eyes, and also mostly black-haired and clearly about eighteen - comes in at the end of the hall and stops in front of his door.

"Heya!" He waves at the little girl and tries to smile.

She looks so relieved and immediately flings herself at him. "Van!!! Your hair looks silly," she says in Taldane.

Vanyel also grew up with littler siblings and was nicer to them than his brother; he obediently scoops the girl into his arms. "I didn't understand that," he says apologetically. :Sandra, what's going on?:

:- Sorry, she doesn't speak any Valdemaran but for some reason she's used to Mindspeaking so we've been doing that. She seems to like you, anyway: Sandra feels very vindicated that Van is good with littles.