Aleksander was interested to have any conversation with her. He never felt bored even if she were to speak about flowers or the weather that seems to be too long or about tea and even about a crane that didn't have a neck. Of course, he would pause his mind to try to make assumptions or even question why there is a bird without a neck.
He curiously questioned about her archery and he wouldn't be lying but she was too good for someone who thinks that they have lost touch. He disagrees. The archery was still in her blood and he had seen how she enjoyed holding that bow and arrow. There was a sparkle in her eyes that somehow resembled the excitement he once had when he was reconnected to the things he had in his childhood.
