Stonefell's eyebrows go up when Phil glances at him, and he smiles. At this close distance it may become clearer that he isn't so young as all that; it's something about the bones of his face and the set of his eyes that gives him that youthful look, and perhaps something about the way he wears his hair that enhances it. But he's old enough for the skin around his eyes to have weathered a little, possibly old enough for gray to start showing in his hair sometime in the next few years.

(A flicker shows him with that graying at his temples, incongruous in those boyish curls: Cassandra's memory, no more than five years later than this.)

"No?" Anders tilts his head in performative curiosity. "Do tell, Master Connors. What great change in our fortunes do you imagine is imminent?"