"Damned if I know. Maybe there's a Woman Jesus and I just slept through that philosophy class." Cuthbert shrugged, smirking, and tucked the armoury key away in the pocket of his jeans. There was some concern in his eyes as he looked her up and down, though. "You're really not expecting to settle, huh? And here I thought we had just enough people with itchy feet already."

It was a joke, but not entirely. He wasn't the most settled of people himself, especially not since he'd come back from Roland's quest, but that didn't mean he didn't understand the value of being at home. It was just that home, for him, was much more to do with people than place.