[ When she mentions Ardbert and how he was sad, G'raha shifts his hand to brush over her shoulder, over the patterns that might become wings over the course of the next few hours. His nails are much longer, so it's more like dragging the tips of his nails over the spot, careful in how he touches her. ]

Ardbert was a hero. Vilified for being tricked years ago, but the truth of his story was finally revealed after his... passing.

[ He doesn't know how else to put it without explaining it to Ezar. He knows Ardbert isn't really dead, as much as he isn't really alive either.

He looks up to Ezar again, his red eyes seeming even redder with the dark hues of his tails. He smiles. ]

I still appreciate your being here, and helping. As Summer says it is indeed a compliment.

[ He looks down at Summer. It seems cruel, this transformation. That fate gave her pale skin with gold, lightened her hair, when the worst she ever exhibited on the First was the lightening and tightening of her skin. At the end she struggled to contain it but was still herself.

He half expects her to ask him to tell her a story once more. ]