Dylan had mostly listened, fighting off the nausea that kept rolling over him. Giving up, he reached for a potion and swallowed it down, leaning back for a moment before entering the conversation.
"They can be as large as they want, if I ever set foot in them again it's too soon. Not that it's likely that I ever will," he said with a smile. "I prefer our house." And he was glad he'd got to see it one more time before he died.
He looked over at Ronan. "I'm sorry I missed you when I was there. I couldn't come later though," he said. "I guess you're as good as you were?" he asked, referring to the injury he'd sustained on the last full moon. "I wish I could be there on the next full. Is the replacement guy all right?"