What is happiness? A question that sounds so simple, but… isn't. For every answer that comes to mind, another thought contradicts it. Viatorus goes to speak immediately, only to stop himself and settle into contemplation.

If Johann didn't seem comfortable with the silence between them Viatorus might have felt the need to babble incoherently. Instead he's content to think silently for a minute or two.

"I had been going to say that happiness is peace, but I don't think my sister would be truly happy if everything was calm and peaceful all the time," he explains, a somewhat sheepish smile accompanying his half shrug. "I think… I think happiness might be… Freedom. The freedom and safety to be yourself."

Content enough with this answer, he nods to himself and then tilts his head at Johann. "What do you think happiness is?"