Ankyra Sound Any wind means we're running

The only break in the silence on Tux's end was the silent interjection of glow, after which he keeps his eye on the glowing water and the island at its center.  He can't blame Ephraim — he wonders briefly what it would be like to lose the cliffs, and he immediately shuts the thought out.  Yet still he couldn't help but wonder since he had come to Drageda so young, why this place seemed to mean so much to him.  Drageda is your home, now.  It is meant to be reassuring but his flat tone likely comes off as condescending instead.  

If Ephraim was so attached to the grotto, he wondered what other things his friend was attached to.  He wondered if any of them would eventually become more important to him than Drageda, and he wondered if one day his friend would leave, too.  Tux took a step closer to the water and absently hovered a paw over it without touching the surface.  It was not hot, like he had been told the volcano's lava was, but neither was it cold.  I don't know about this stuff.