Aristide slumped down to sit on a nearby boulder, his horse nuzzling into his hair as if sensing his distress. "Is Uncle Trystan worried it will come out somehow?" It felt so foreign that the man they called uncle was actually their father. He supposed it made sense if one really thought about it. The family reputation would be tanked, they would be branded as bastards like Liliana. He knew from watching Liliana that such a life was far from easy, even when acknowledged and taken in by ones father.