"Naw, naw," Hawk demurred, as they went on through the leaves.

"But, d'ya know," Teige mused, "I ent sure I could go back for good, now I've been here." He seemed to reflect on that for a moment, staring into the darkness, before asking, "...D'ya miss t' Archipelago? Ent for me, but t' weather..."

He trailed off. Hawk shrugged, making a dismissive little noise. "Liya misses th' place. I just miss Em," he replied. "I think I could be happy in a lotta places. Long as the right people are around. Y'know?"

"T'at's a gift, t'at is," Teige pointed out.

"I did get kinda worried--" Hawk grimaced, "I asked Liya if she wanted t' leave Aetheri. She said no, but...I did get kinda worried."

"Cos you'd have to part wit' yer man," Teige said.

"Mhm."

"Best she said no, then." He passed the pipe over into Hawk's outstretched hand. "'Ey now, how is t'at going? You and Mari?"