"You're probably right," he says—and he is quite eager to get to work, though it's the one would rather be performing within Gjallarhorn. But they're here, and they'll just have to take baby steps.

"We're supposed to attend daily lessons." Gaelio snorts at the thought. "I'd say we're a little too old to be going back to school, but the circumstances are unusual."

This time, he doesn't have to tail McGillis for attention. It doesn't really feel like they're regressing when he puts it that way in his head.