Stavanger Bay with a crash

He nods. She seems to be similar to him, though her understanding probably surpasses his. Still - what are the odds of meeting another with his heritage? "Yes," the man echoes. It isn't something he thought often about, but she's right. "It feels.. like home, almost."

Étoille feels a little embarrassed with that ommission. He's grateful when she asks him another question, offers an opportunity to change the subject. "Non," he says, thinking of Gnarled Oaks briefly. "I've been here for a few months now, but I've been.. wandering for longer. Yourself?" He, too, is curious about others like them, though only a little: meeting with Salt is enough for him, for now.