[The press of X’rhun’s shoulder against his own is a comforting thing, anchoring his words with more confidence, carving the conversation’s path ahead.]

No, I was not so foolish to ask you a second time — bleeding heart that you are.

[He takes a slow sip of his wine again, the stem grasper lightly in his hand.]

Though it is strange how all begins to shift and change with time, but only when you are there to influence its malleability. In our time of traveling, I do not think I have the desire to ever ask it all, not any longer.