"The Nobodies? Was that the name of that group that I saw you with?" It was quite a name. Very evocative. She will withhold judgement on it, for once, because she can see why such a ragtag group would cling to it. Uphold how society treated them like a badge of honor.

"I don't know what an aeormaton is, but I'm glad that you found it, if it helped you open up to other people. I didn't realize that you knew Dorian--" Pause. "If we're thinking of the same Dorian? Blue skin, blue hair, very pretty." It bares a double check, since she already knew an entirely separate Dorian. Who knew how many more of them wandered amok.

And then the second memory floats up, and Beleth studies it with interest for a few moments. It seems less harmful to her (that old man looks so nice and happy. Sure hope he's doing well.). "Oh! That is the Dorian I met. The two of you look--" Beleth turns to Ashton with a soft smile, thinking that he'd be fond of such a warm memory, and catches his expression. Her own expression shifts to a worried look, and she reaches out to put a hand on his shoulder hesitantly.

"You don't have to talk about it. I understand the desire for privacy."