"It sounds... strange," he confessed with a little laugh, following her lead and taking a mouthful of his own wine. "Wonderful. But bedamned strange, say true. Two suns? Shade lights? I can't even start to imagine it." He said that with another, rather self-deprecating, laugh, and pulled a face. "It must have been very odd, coming here to one sun and a little sliver of moon, if you say true."

And, frankly, not an experience he envied. Leave the wanderlust to Roland; Cuthbert would follow him where he was led, but he wasn't the one who longed for strange lands and different skies. Truth be told, he was tied too strongly to home for him to want to journey for its own sake. But, looking at the expression on her face, he thought maybe it might be worth it, in that case.