Ears pricked at the mention of Rome. At the necessity of Samo to have possessed slightly more opposable thumbs to know what to call it. Nate blinked. Didn't miss the catch, either, where coming here sounded less like a walk through the fog and more like a buried thing risen again.

He gave an encouraging smile, Never been to Rome. But I heard it's a handsome country. Green hills. Ancient relics. Good wine. I came from the other side, across the Atlantic in America. Grew up in Tennessee, ended up in Texas before, well, this happened. A self-gesturing shrug.

It didn't quite occur to him that Samo might come from a time and place to not know about America at all.

I hope they will. He gave a grateful smile to them both that lingered on Elk Charm. Nate wondered if it would be impolite to ask why he'd never heard the name of this good friend off the lips of her of Chak. Was it the same reason he didn't speak of Eleanore?

They know what they're doing out there, all of 'em. Even if they don't land back here for a while, or ever, I'm sure they're safe.