"'Home' is where you are," Tuo says to Dain quietly in their language. The last few weeks--perhaps even months--of Dain's stay here in Northcliff Pass have undoubtedly taken their toll on his seemingly inexhaustible supply of kindness, generosity and compassion. Those virtues are the armour he wears to endure the life he's had to lead, and to glimpse cracks in it now makes Tuo's heart ache. Their privacy here is limited, but it is safe, and so he reaches out a hand to gently thread some loose strands of Dain's hair behind his ear. His touch lingers there tenderly before it falls to rest on his back.

"I shall take care not to be singed," Tuo answers Lorne in Glennich, his smile warming at the kindness in his offer. Then he scoffs softly, a touch chagrined, and goes on, "But I came here to see how you are fairing after--" a pause, "--what happened. It would not have happened, had you not intervened for me." There is the guilt again, unable to be stifled for long; an apology seems inadequate, and so instead he offers, "Will you be all right?"