Cerulean Cape don't leave me drowning in your Sunday rain

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Étoille likes the way the word she uses sounds -- soulbound -- it rolls through him like a slow tide, coming to settle in his chest. There is not an exact replicate for it in his language, but he offers "âme soeur," soul sisters, bound together through some fate they cannot touch. To her question he nods, turning his great frame to the north. He, himself, has not traveled far beyond the Tangle that way, preferring the sun and salt of the coast. But he will gladly lead Mirabelle wherever she wishes to go -- there is no need for him to rush back home, after all -- and perhaps he can try to glean more clues as to Furi's whereabouts, as well. 

With a soft rumble he shifts, looking to her. "Shall we?"