That's pretty amazing that he still has pictures after all this time. We could ask around, see if anyone recognizes her. I know the archives were pretty badly damaged after the demon attacks, but maybe there's something left on the city census; you might even have more family out there.

[She looks up at him and reels it in, seeing the worry lines etch his brow. Very gently, she reaches up and strokes his cheek, brushes her thumb over his lips. The known quantity in his heritage is impressive enough, if not a little daunting. She lets a playful smile creep onto her face at that.]

You know... if this had got out when the Order was still at its height, you would have been idolized and I'd probably have been excommunicated.