_{[morga snorts, and she reaches up with her free hand to give malak's chest tuft a quick scratch. good boy. tell him what's what. seriously, this is why she likes the little bugger. he's good at getting through to julian when words can't. it's a good talent to have.]}

I'm not asking you to. I don't think I have it in me to return to the far south, myself. I'd be picking at an open wound if I did that. But...

_{[she sighs, stretching her fingers out to reach behind the curve of his jaw and into the feathers there. they're softer than some of the ones on his arms, and the skin underneath that much more. really, she's content to gently scratch him there for a moment as she thinks. asking him to return to vesuvia so soon is, like she said, out of the question. his family deserves to know he's alive and well (as well as he can be), but where could he go? the south was out of the question until morga got her shit together, but... hm.]}

I seem to recall you telling me that Hjalle is rather nice this time of year. And something about spring across the water to the east.

_{[hot springs, not spring. but close enough.]}