Taning saw the ghost of a frown flit through her face. He wanted to ask about it, but he supposed, if their blade did well enough, that he'll have all the time in the world (and better situations) in which to do so.

"I value my life, thanks. Saxon and Breton might enjoy too much."

As they smoke, Taning feels the weight of the silence, but doesn't fill it with inane chatter. He isn't the sort for idle talk, for one thing, and for another, neither is Yulia. The air has stilled, and Taning thinks, maybe Josh isn't the only Sin-Eater on our blade. Yulia's countenance is of one who carries ghosts.

Then again, I could be a Sin-Eater too.

"I'm headed back for our quarters," Taning says as he Matter-magicks his cigarette butt to ash, "would you care to walk with me?"