Moonspear There will come a soldier,

No, simply said. Antares gave a slow nod. He had plenty else to consider too. Banished? He was used to a bit more of a negative connotation behind it, and hadn't expected that necessarily. Though, maybe it had worked out better for her in the end? It probably wasn't his place to be that presumptuous about it, or even all that inquisitive. But he had made it this far..

Oh. Well.. at least it let you find other things, he supposed, wondering how she felt about it deep down as he peered her way. Did she even miss them? Was it worth it? He had lived a straight-forward enough of a first year, so the considerations were a little abstract. Do you want to track for anything better..? he asked, or maybe offered, after a long pause--thinking about being on the move again soon to possibly luckier ventures no matter where the subject matter may turn.