Vax'ildan reflected a small smile back at him, though it looked heavy, like Vax's dark eyes, with other thoughts. "We have some things in common, the better I get to know you," he mused softly. "I've begun to learn what it is to live and serve at the will of a god." He also thought of Alcuin's mark, both proof of how he'd been owned by another and a means of freedom. His wings were rather like that.

"And I know what it is to miss someone so much that you can hardly seem to think or sleep without them."