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

The gesture is healing. His confidence has suffered, and perhaps, more than he'd like to admit, it has been tied to her -- or what she represents, subconsciously. None of this needs to be said or dwelled on. Étoille watches her as she speaks, a small chuckle escaping him. "I believe you are right," he agrees softly, thinking of Drageda's customs, of how isolated Furi had felt as an outsider. Étoille's nature allows him to slip into strange places and become accustomed -- the quality that makes him an adept Steltrona. But he can recognize that he is... odd for this. And he would not want to try to force Mirabelle to be somewhere she is not suited.

"But somehow, I feel as though we will remain connected," the titan says, reflective of their habits of re-encounter. He smiles and reaches to brush her cheek with his nose, confident in that fact. "Are you staying in the wilds?"