Skellig hums. "That is a thought," he says. "Perhaps in the early stages of renovation of the tower, if they were to do that, we might have the option..."

(A very large stretch of a consideration, yes, but it is one to hold in the back of their mind.)

He refocuses his attention away from the Procession and shifts back to the treasure he has right here in his lap - his beautiful mate! "But no matter where we choose to nest, the greatest wonder is the one I hold right here in my arms," he says quietly. "My dragon, my heart."