"You look like him," she whispered, still smiling and marveling at his icy eyes.
"Yes," he replied and could only imagine she meant the lost prince, Serevan, though her seeming lack of fear made him wonder at even that conclusion. "Will you help me find out why?"
She thought a moment, screwing up her translucent face in the process, squinting as only a child could, before nodding and spiriting off to find more books.