( The answer doesn't surprise him, knowing what he knows of G'raha, but he had considered that G'raha might be more reticent to give it - that, perhaps, he'd have found his resolve challenged, and needed a postponement. He would have been okay with that.

But that G'raha proceeds is remarkable, as ever. Would that he have such resolve. Maybe one day - if he does well and truly change. If it's still possible, for someone like him. )

. . . I would like that. If I think on it now... it's true that there doesn't exist a part of the land that never changes.

( And, as a part of nature, he should remain in motion, shouldn't he? )

I'll only hope I don't exhaust my mortal companions before they see a river split the land into a canyon.

( With time. Maybe longer than is fair to ask for, but such as it is.

If anything, though, and to G'raha's credit: )

. . . I don't feel as if I've learned nothing from you, for what it's worth. ( Even before the murders - let's set aside that. ) I think things that may seem small to you have been, at times, revolutionary to me.

( So not all changes, he thinks, are invisible - and maybe this doesn't change the acrid taste of what their friendship finally became.

But it might be worse to feel that nothing came of it but a bloody end. He wonders if it feels better for G'raha to know he had begun to teach him something, even if the conclusion Hwylryn drew from the equation was wrong. )

I think I learn a little bit with each conversation, things I haven't gotten just from passing humans on shore... even as we speak now.