A flying city run by a tiny arrogant circle makes him think of Sky, of course; a cold part of him wonders if it was such a bad thing, for it to come to ruin. But he doesn't interrupt Zerxus's grief.

It's the idea of a life he finds alluring, more than the people. He doesn't know how to speak about that.

Before he has to find something to say, though, they're at the lilies, firefly glimmers beginning to flicker.