"No." he counters smoothly, softly, sounding uniquely contented as his footfalls slow with one glance high towards the tops of the canopy where they break. "The stars were never so bright in Baldur's Gate, but I know them just as well like this."

One hand lifts, the fingers of his opposite hand scrubbing idly at it while he mulls something over in silence.

"We should stop, though. For your sake. Just until morning."