Jayce he says with such familiarity, and Silco's internal smile grows. He stretches his hands out in front of him, laces his fingers together and cracks his knuckles. "That's not the impression I got when he approached me for parley," he says, and he cannot keep the smugness from his tone, his heavy lids and nonchalant air truly speaking to a man who has no reason to lie.

Perhaps they would speak more, but he becomes aware that his omen has returned, floating into the space and over to him, trilling softly as it butts up against his temple and then settles over his shoulders like a cloak. The phosphorescent ripples over her skin glow like a galaxy, giving them a little light, and with the imparted understanding that the coast is clear, Silco pushes slowly to his feet, shivering at bare toes on the rock.

"Lovely as it was to meet you, Viktor, I think I'm going to find somewhere more comfortable to sit." And maybe better clothes.