A contentment spreads across Mayerling's chest. He'd come to Exile first and foremost because it felt like the right place to be in that moment. Admittedly, he'd been brooding, the reason for which he could remember if he tried but in Sharon's presence felt meaningless, yet the fact remains that's what he'd wanted in the moment. Only, instead of a quiet place that felt of solitude without entirely being alone, that held dangerous and intelligent beings like from the Frontier while understanding his melancholy, Mayerling found the fires and was forced to adjust accordingly.

So it is foolish, perhaps, how much it pleases him that Sharon wants to stay, but it feels yet again like he gets everything he wants. It is so much happiness it is almost too much to bear. So much happiness it reminds him of how temporary it all is. Not the moment for that. Not when this moment is so wonderful of one. "It would be my pleasure," Mayerling says, "Sometimes I come here simply to sit and to exist. To be. In all of Folkmore, it is one of the areas that most reminds me of home."