Glen is surprised by Thorn's strong interest in him. He's always seen himself as just another soldier, just another ranger, just another elf. To have someone so earnestly want to hear about him and his life is an unfamiliar, but very good, feeling. "Oh! Well, um. I wouldn't really know where to start, but I'd," he pauses, a little unsure, "I mean, I'd love to come back to visit and tell you all about it. Maybe I can get to know little Xilo the way I've gotten to be good friends with Eryn, too. Right, little one?" She dozes in his arm, and he smiles down at her. "I'm... really glad you're okay, Thorn." He looks over at him earnestly, still feeling that weird, queasy, but oddly nice feeling in his stomach when he does.