[she's certainly different, he thinks, when he turns his head to look at her. but it reminds him more of someone out of myth than anyone else, and the staff against his shoulder doesn't budge.

the question gets a soft chuckle, and a minor shake of his head.]

That'd be pretty difficult, since I couldn't even guess what direction that would be. No, I'm engaging in the timeless tradition of trying to discern what messages the stars have for us.