[ It should be a cause for celebration, and yet it's an odd feeling that Thancred is saddled with now. To have someone who has become such a constant in his life suddenly gone without so much as a word said on either end had still come as quite the blow.

Especially when their flat is full of things that Urianger had collected to make it his favorite brand of cluttered. Books, herbs, candles, tarot decks — his signature is all over the place.

Thancred also drinks a decent portion from his stein in one go, as he's never struggled to keep up with Himeka in this particular arena. He lets out a breath as he lowers the stein from his mouth, then wipes at his lips with the back of his hand.

He blinks a few times at Himeka's compliment. ]

Ah, well... [ He takes a look around. It would feel more authentic if there were people here, but the night sky can let them pretend that everyone has simple retired to their beds, leaving them alone here to chat. ] It felt important to preserve some memories of Norvrandt. This way my recollection of it won't fade with time.

[ He leaves the rest unsaid. He doesn't want to forget Norvrandt, but it's less about the place and more about who he left there. Of course, Himeka already knows all of that quite well. ]