[The way Ned talks about himself puts a faint frown on Samandriel's face. He's not really used to negativity like that, directed at one's self, and it's just a bit strange to hear Ned consider himself more or less useless.]

I don't believe that's true. I'm sure there are plenty of things you're capable of and could make use of here. [He's not even saying it to be nice or to make Ned feel better, it's simply him being honest. He's better at that than cheering people up, anyway. A slightly furrowed brow joins the frown, and Samandriel tilts his head to the side curiously.] Aren't you part of the Farming Club? One of the leaders, even? That's far from useless.

[The question is, perhaps, a bit of a sensitive topic, but he doesn't flinch. Fidgets a touch, sure, but nothing notably uncomfortable.] Family? Yes. Plenty. [Of course, the curt way he answers gives away more than anything that things with his family weren't exactly great when he left.] Some of them are here, too. [It's almost an afterthought, a sidenote, something considered uninteresting or unimportant. Of course, he's grateful to have his brothers here, he'd be more of a wreck if they weren't, but all the question had been was did he have any. He doesn't really think to elaborate, though he did at least consider being polite in returning the question.] And you? Family, or even friends at home? Or perhaps some who were brought here as well? I'm afraid I've not met everyone yet, so I...wouldn't know.