[It's familiar, having someone's face shoved in his shoulder. He'd... carried Rose like this. More than a few times. She'd been asleep for all of that, of course, except for that first time when she was a kid. He blinks the memories away. He doesn't need to revisit them right now.

Instead, he tightens his grip on Sorey's feet and begins to march.]

A lot has changed. Us seraphim, though... we're all pretty much the same.

[It's gonna be a long hike out of here.]

Mikleo's off exploring ruins like this one. He still hasn't been able to write a complete history. Drives him crazy. Edna and Lailah are traveling with the current Shepherd. And... Zaveid...

[There's a trace of hesitation, but none of the anger that usually follows that name. A thousand years is a long time to hold a grudge-- even for Dezel. They've figured things out, now.]

He looks after the Sparrowfeathers, with me. He's probably wondering what the hell is taking so long.

[The sound of his boots echoes off columns and remaining bits of walls. It sounds lonely.]

When you're recovered, we can visit the others. [The humans, he means.]