He lets his arm drift away from Luka's, watching him as he takes the wire and starts moving again. He supposes they can't just stand in the path forever, especially when they have things to explore still.

"Have you written anything yet?" he asks curiously, trying to imagine when the princess might have had a chance to do anything more then noodle around. He watches Luka's face as he daydreams, almost helplessly smiling to himself. He's going to have to bring the man back to his camp again soon. There is something wonderful about how happy music so obviously makes him.

And then they're talking about plans, and he goes very quiet, thinking back to what he told Garrot just yesterday. He hasn't really changed his mind. He still really doesn't know what he's going to do.

"I'll do what I've always done. I'll, ah, help people," he says, answering as vaguely as he feels about what his life might be by next week.