[ is it that time already? it may be a longer journey than expected, but it does explain the slight fatigue crawling forth from the edges of that spell.

it's fine. he can shake off the effects of using such minor magic. he'll simply try not to make it too obvious. ]

I... will have whatever you normally take.

[ he isn't terribly picky, given he just ate rocks for most of his early life. anyway. the silence sits for a moment more, oz picking through it to grasp at the words that best portray what's on his mind.

sometimes, this is simple. other times, like now, it's... he can't give the feelings within him a name. ]

You have lived longer than I. Have you looked at the stars all that time?