"Once, we're warm." Raj reminds him as he shamelessly tucks himself into the space his best friend provided. His friend is his friend and he isn't one to shy away from taking comfort. Not with someone who he will never rule over.

"Where ever this is it doesn't feel like the deeper lands. Remember how they felt almost like they were rejecting us?" They hadn't meant to be there. The lands had known that and while it needed them, their ancestors hadn't been born there.

It didn't feel like being called home. "It's likely an islet. But I don't remember much about them. Uncle Tybalt never told me anything about them except for that they exist."