Daryl attempts to do the mental math. This war has been going on for... a decade, he heard? Something like that. And you're too old to be fished out of the wild when you're around seven or eight, so Miles was about five when he'd get lost in them? So probably he went spelunking before the war, which makes him... Daryl looks down at the kid's face. His age is just goddamn impossible to guess.

The realization hits that nobody else on this planet looks like Miles. He'd shrugged it off when he'd assumed Miles was from some other planet where everyone looked like a goblin, but no, he's from Barrayar. What happened to him?

Daryl isn't that curious, though; he'll find out eventually, or he won't. Isn't really his business. "You from 'round here?"