[ And Trahearne, luckily, is used to a lifetime of staring, to the point that he doesn't really notice her looking him at the way she does. But he does, notice, of course, the human signs of tiredness on her face. And while he's happy to talk of his people at length, it's not at the expense of another's well being.

He's already turning to walk to one cafe in particular as she begins to talk; it's not far, and he knows their refreshments are good. Hopefully it'll be enough to tide her over before she gets back to her real home for a real rest. ]

I suppose it would be. [ His mind wanders briefly before he decides to elaborate. ] I'd never had much of a chance to celebrate with my siblings, as it were. I was often traveling on my own during that time of the year.

[ Questions he has for her, what the Surface might refer to, why does she call Halloween that, are tucked away for later. ]