[She pauses, just for a moment. She wants to automatically deny it, wants to scoff and wave him off.

But he's clearly been here longer than her. He did help her out once, after all.

At length she sort of sighs, crossing her arms over her chest]

Very well. I'm looking for a boy, about 11 years old. Brown hair, brown eyes. About this high. [She gestures in comparison to herself] The front of his tunic is an emblem reminiscent of the Gray Wardens. [A pause because he probably doesn't know what that is, so] A griffon, wings spread.

[Another pause] He is my son, Kieran.