Nehaalista didn't answer for a moment, looking at Kang from over the top of the tiny Draenei's head. Vaals was put back down on his blanket, and toddled towards his toys on wary little legs.

[Hello, Kang.] She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and didn't turn her eyes from the little boy who was now talking to the crystalline blocks like they were dear friends, [This is Vaals. Did you know I had a son? I didn't. Not until a few minutes ago. A husband, too.] The translation necklace made the sentence should more cheerful than it should have. Nehaalista wiped at her cheeks with the heel of her hand, and wondered if she looked as bewildered as she felt.