[ The wizard is still absorbing that swell of emotion he just witnesses from Amos when the tide rolls back almost as quickly as it rose. It's in Howl's nature to chase the things that pique his interest, but he has a stalwart respect for others' privacy — even if only because he wishes others to give his privacy the same respect. If he were to ask Amos if something is wrong, would he answer? And more importantly, would the gentle man see it as an excuse to start asking questions in return?

Howl juggles the competing thoughts as he gazes at Amos. They both trust Yima. Maybe that's enough... but, he can't shake that curiosity over what she said to him, what she promised him. How might it be different from what Yima told Howl? ]

To this section?

[ As Howl was pondering the situation, Amos' question hung in the air for a few extra seconds, but now he steps forward himself. His eyes trail the spines until he comes to a shelf above and to the right of where Amos pulled a book. ]

A few times. When you're used to the night sky looking a certain way, it's hard to resist the allure of an entire new sky to admire.

[ Howl takes a book bound in red leather from the shelf and holds it cover side up in both hands. The front reads Moons of Kenos. ]

Not to mention two moons... Never had I imagined such a possibility. I could write a treatise on the implications for spellcrafting alone.