[She says it like it's so easy and simple. He tilts his head up at her with a hum. Is he jealous? A little, but mostly he thinks it good a friend is well. Sort of. He wonders if she's got a moirail and if they would see her better to those sweet z's.]


Mmm, Okay. But you ought to take care, my sister. My moirail warns me often of such faltering as I do him with he in his long tourneys of recorded broadcast playing devices.