The circumstances behind Connor's conception and birth were a type of complicated that Ziio had not wanted to bring up. She'd not believed that any such thing would have turned Haytham from his path. But perhaps she would have been wrong. The past was the past, however, and she could not go back to do it another way just to see the consequence.

The Haytham before her, however, already knew of his son. They'd spent 'ample' - or whatever Ziio considered was 'ample' - time together. Doing what, she had not the faintest idea, but she imagined it was no joyous father and son routine outing.

"I'm aw--" Ziio interjected herself and her eyebrows furrowed as she eyed Haytham. "Connor?" The very same 'Connor' who had been mentioned to her twice. Jon and Shadow had both said it. "Why do you call him that? Why is it the people here call him that?"

She might have been minutely irritated by that discovery.