[ Well-traveled... Indeed. He supposes he is. In his quest for knowledge about Ultima, he's been to so many places, but... never to take in the sights. Never to enjoy local cultures, never to partake in the cuisine save what was needed for energy, to keep something in his belly. He is Well-traveled, well-studied, but it is all in the name of finding out what truly happened that night at Phoenix Gate, and what Ultima had been plotting.

But he smiles for Dion all the same. ]

You would be surprised. Valisthea experiences a dearth of princes, particularly errant ones.

[ He's about as close as it gets, he supposes.

But as Dion talks about Kihel, he listens respectfully. She had saved him after he'd fled, then. He owes her his thanks in person, if they ever return home. Without her, they never would have made it as far as they did. ]

She sounds lovely. You are lucky to have met her, Dion.

[ But as he speaks, he's already giving Dion a once-over. There are other wounds. He knows so. ]

Hmm. If you're certain. I'd hate to find out later that I've missed something, but I'm sure you know best.