"You say that like there's a lot of shit to miss," he says. Which he says like--like he'd even know, tapped in to the social hub of the village as he is. He got one taste of it at that meeting, and he's done for as long as he's allowed to be. No more crowds, no more public speaking, no more exploring caves with people who have visions.

Which are the only thing keeping his mouth shut, even as his brow raises for spells and healer.

"Anyway," he says, deciding not to delve into that for his sanity, "I bet we could rip a counter out of a house like this and build you an island, if you took up a place with a big enough kitchen." They're all big to Jude, considering, but he doesn't know what's comfortable to basically drop a table into.