That's right. ...wait, so that means you thought that lowly of me? [Sorey pouts in mock offense before reaching up to smooth Dezel's hair back from his face. Nice try hiding those tears buddy, but Sorey sees them, and that smile, too. It feels like he'd just seen Dezel moments ago, but at the same time Sorey could swear he hadn't seen him in entire lifetimes. He feels the weight of time between them like one of Edna's artes, the trembling of Dezel's arms around him, his fist around the back of Sorey's cloak. He really has been waiting all this time.

Seraphim...they're amazing. His friends are amazing.

Sorey drops his hand more out of respect for Dezel's privacy than anything else, though his arm is starting to shake. Seems like his strength isn't going to come back within a few hours after all.] Could I ask you a favor? I, uh, I might need some help standing up.