[Earlier, Miles had felt fiercely protective of Gregor, seeing his worth as more than just what he can do for his subjects. More than just his station. Correspondingly, Gregor mirrors that now, though his own feelings burn low, a banked fire that can outlast smothering and flare up again later. Endurance rather than volume, but no less undeniable for it, laced with iron certainty.

The sort of strength that can let Gregor stand up to all the pressures of ruling without compromising his morals.]

I won't make any decisions on that for you, Miles. I do promise. [And another sense of a lock clicking, turning over, as that settles. This time intentionally.] But please think on it. We're not at home-- we are more free here. Some things are worth the risk.