Mm. It can take a few weeks for your letters to reach their destination, if they're going far enough, but it's a small price to pay. My world is so big that if we didn't have letters and things like that, we might lose track of each other in the crowd.

[ speaking metaphorically, of course. He remembers what Cairngorm said, about their tiny little island and their tiny clan of gems that they've spent a thousand years with; the idea of there being so many people around that you need a way to keep track of each other is probably hard to grasp, too. Lupin's eyes flick down to them again, burnished bronze in the dim light.

They're thinking about separating again, aren't they? Quietly, he holds them a little closer, a roguish grin playing about his face. ]

Want me to send you a love letter?