The company was unexpected, although Felwinter found he didn't mind it too much. Tony put on a show, but there was something beneath the layers of bravado. Gold. He remembered the conversation struck up by Felspring, although the reminder of her absence in this space made it more apparent just how lonely it could be.

The Exo turned his head towards Tony, and he had difficulty picturing how the woman would react to him. There was a mismatch in the man's expression, something to temper the attempted, one-sided frivolity. Felwinter looked away, deciding that an actual response had not been expected from him, simultaneously unsure what to do with that look. Relying on anyone but himself or Felspring was foreign territory. But here...there were people he could consider as comrades. Maybe even friends.

A fresh gust of crisp, frigid air came through the room as the doors to the throne room that had previously vanished then yawned open, to reveal the hallway once again.