He's glad she doesn't pull away. There's something about human connection. For the past few weeks? Months? at home he had kept himself purposefully apart from it. He doesn't deserve it; he thinks that even now. But in such a strange situation, he can't help but seek it.

"As do I. The symbol of Sanbreque is a flower. A wyvern tail, a white flower. I've always liked them, though when I was a child I did not understand the symbolism of them. They were just something my father always had, so I grew fond of them."

There's a touch of bitterness in his words now, but he can't help that. So much he cares about has been tainted now.

"I've spent no small amount of time in the sky," he says, "but I've scarcely stopped to just…look at it."