"Papa?" Farkas turned at the tentative voice from his daughter. Ana stood a little behind him, just on the edge of the porch. Her eyes flickered over to Vilkas and then back to him. "Where's Ma?"

Farkas blinked as he took in the unusually bashful way his daughter was behaving. She had seen eleven years and was blossoming into a fine young warrior. She could take on every kid in town, boys and girls, when they were daring enough to challenge her. Most steered clear of her, especially since Vilkas had started warning away any potential suitor-types. Farkas sighed internally as he realized what Ana must need.

"She's out with Aela on a contract. Do you… can I help you with something?" he asked hesitantly. Raelynn had told Farkas that she was going to have a discussion with Ana about the changes a woman goes through while she ages. He suspected the girl had questions.

Ana's face flushed bright red and Farkas knew his assumption was correct. "Ah, no," she answered.

Farkas reached out and rubbed a hand against her upper arm. "I may not be a woman, Ana, but I know things. You can ask me questions."

She gnawed on her lip and shifted back and forth, looking so much like her mother in that moment that it stunned Farkas. "Well," she started, drawing him back to reality. "You know how… well, Ma said that once a month when a woman…" She stopped and her eyes darted to Vilkas and she blushed harder.

"Oh listen," Vilkas said suddenly. "That sounds like Torvar." He cupped his hand and yelled over his shoulder. "What's that Torvar? You need my help? I'm on my way!" He hopped over the edge of the porch and disappeared around the building.

Ana let out a small sigh of relief, but still glanced around and stepped closer, lowering her voice. "So you know how once a month a woman gets her… well, you know." Farkas nodded. He did indeed know. "Well, Ma said that sometimes, along with it, some women get stomach pains. Really bad ones like you're being punched in the stomach over and over." Farkas knew that as well. They had a hot water bottle just for that tucked up under the bed. He nodded again to Ana. "Well, I was wondering," she started hesitantly.

"What is it, Sweetie?" he pressed her.

"Well, if I get stomach pains like that, is it… is it okay if I curse?" She finished in a near whisper.

Farkas had to bite his lip to keep the surprised laugh from jumping out. "Let me make sure I understand this," he said. "You want to know if when you get monthly cramps you can say some curse words. Is that right?" She nodded, eyes on the ground and face bright red. He grinned and pulled her into a hug. "Yes," he said, exhaling in relief that she had not asked him a difficult question. "Yes, you can, but only a couple and not around your brother. I don't want him to get any ideas. Okay?"

Her face brightened and she treated him with a wide grin. "Okay, thanks Papa! I can't wait to tell Eran! I bet her parents won't let her say curse words!" She scampered away and Farkas shook his head. He suspected that Ana was right. Adrianne probably would not allow her daughter to curse, no matter how much pain she was in.

Vilkas appeared a few moments later from the far side of the building. "I saw her running off. So, how did your first question about womanly things go?"

Farkas arched a brow at him. "Better than if she would have asked you," he returned.

Vilkas chuckled. "Fair point." He settled back into his chair. "You know they're both going to give you such headaches as they get older."

"They already do, Vilkas. They already do."