Miniver hears Skwisgaar's voice through the haze of smoke. It's comforting, that smell, that taste, the weight of the pipe in his hand. The way it opens his mind isn't just the magic that smoke works, it's also the security and familiarity of its ritual.
When he hands the pipe back, his eyes are gleaming silver. "Yeah," he agrees with a huffed laugh. "That was then. Took us long enough to grow up, huh? And look at that." He perches on the arm of the couch and shakes his head like he's clearing dust from it. "We've lost a lot. We've gained a lot. Both are hard. What's lost is precious. What's gained is, too. That's what we teach our children now. Sable knows it. Teja knows it. That you can lose something precious and not be less whole. The other ones... Cassidy and Soren and Torii, I don't know about Henn, they have to be shown how to not be afraid. They have to see that people can be unbroken. Even if it takes 20 years."