Rhocanth honored her indication of the window, turning toward it and watching silently for a little while. He lifted one fingertip and traced a rivulet that streamed down the glass.
"Each drop is incredible, isn't it?" he said at last, his eyes mellow and reflective. "As if it is its own little river. If you look closely enough, you could just imagine a miniature village springing up on its banks, like Redcliffe."
Shaking his head softly, he folded himself back up again and tilted his head at Falina. "What do you think it looks like?" The girl was so reserved, so far, and hadn't seemed to like his verbally floral inclinations. This was perhaps where he had lost her many times before, but he could not help but keep trying. Personally, to offer them both comfort that this surface held treasures and was worth exploring for more than simple survival. Even if he didn't entirely believe it himself.