( oh, that's nice. whether he realizes he's doing it or not (he doesn't really), julian cranes his head further into her hand, leaning in hard on those scratches, lips pulled back just a little. not in a wince, or at the very least not a pained one. kind of like a dog when it finds that perfect spot and just scratches without restraint. underneath all that, he's trembling a little, though. in spite of himself, he can't convince himself to just sit there, either. he's going to have to do something with those horrible talons of his. tentatively, one goes to morga's opposite shoulder. once upon a centuries ago, he's pretty sure he remembers her saying not to treat her like she's delicate, but the way he rests his hand there, minding his claws, she might as well be a statue of salt. )

Ah—mm. Now you want to see the world, hmm?

( hjalle. and spring water? oh. his shoulders jump with an utterly silent sound that should have been one of his laughs. it's enough to make malak take off, squawking, but only to light on a branch nearby. )

Hot springs, you mean. In... in... wherever it was I grew up. Somewhere in the east, that's right. I don't remember what those places are like anymore. It's all so faint. Can't even guess how long it's been. Do they even still exist? I'd hardly be much of a tour guide anymore. And besides, how can you expect to take a monster sightseeing? I'll just terrify everyone we come across. Still...

( his hand starts to slip away. he rethinks it and leaves it where it is, eyes peeling open. )

...it's a nice thought, isn't it?