[ Well, she's certainly not looking up now; one finger lightly taps the teacup, as though she needs something to do while she thinks.

From the way Giselle speaks, it's as though she may understand the importance of a memory. The burden of it, perhaps, because of what memories represent. ]

He was... gentle. Intelligent, caring. He always thought more of others than himself, even though he was sickly. Understandably, he feared death, as he was closer to it even more than most humans.

He loved to read.