Aldwin let out a quiet, genuine laugh.
"What?" Soren asked, frowning.
"I am not certain it qualifies as a secret anymore," Aldwin said. "Given that your wife figured it out considerably before you ever considered telling her."
Soren blinked. "What do you mean?"
"Your wife," Aldwin said simply, "believes you are a dragon. Or at least, something that wears the skin of a man while carrying the fire of the ancient ones."
Soren processed this. He felt a strange combination of being entirely unsurprised and yet deeply shocked, the specific feeling of knowing a woman is perceptive and still being caught off guard by the sheer depth of her sight.
"Of course she does," Soren muttered, rubbing his face.
"And I believe she is correct," Aldwin added.
There was a long pause as the admission settled between them.
