Gorthan listened intently to Caroline's answer. But the very last thing she said made his eyes widen perplexedly. "Are you not fine now?" A clear note of concern was in his tone, impossible to not notice.

They were ushered to a table for two that Gorthan had booked. It was in a rather quiet corner of the restaurant, and right next to a large window that presented a rather nice view of the sea that defined Goldenrod's western borders. "My native world has no oceans like this one. No oceans at all, actually." He briefly commented upon seeing it.