I can imagine. [From what he knows of dwarves, anyway– which can fit in a teacup.] Still going to try to wrap my head around everything else before starting on the wonders of dwarven architecture, though.

[Setting his glass down (because that last drink had done a lot to convince him that it's time to take a break) Adam folds his arms and turns his gaze out the window again. Flaming space rock: still there, still burning with a weird, greenish light. Somehow, it kind of makes the inky field behind it seem all the darker by comparison.

What had Dorian said about the stars earlier? "They don't even register?" Adam frowns faintly, a deep crease forming between his eyes. Must be nice.]

At least it's encouraging to know that it's something you can get used to.