[ Few things are lost on Sage, especially when it comes to Rowen. He has no immediate words to contribute to the thoughts he knows must be rolling through his friend's mind. Sage isn't as calculating, but he knows the stillness that accompanies a sudden understanding - that this is borrowed time, for the most part. Maybe it always has been, but between them, they know how to make the best of what they have. Life had gone on without their armors, and it would go on with them too. If not a little brighter and livelier for the harrowing experience of attaining them.

They're more powerful now. And still, the strange dream of Rowen disappearing sticks to the back of his mind. ]

I'm not worried. [ Sage speak for, "Yes, I'm excited." ] After everything, a little culture shock isn't a big deal. Besides, look at the value of what they might've obtained. It's worth seeing in person.

[ Not that he precisely fancies himself some scion of the Date lineage, but even Sage hasn't abandoned all his pride. A sly look shoots sideways as Rowen explains his options, a little less practiced than his grace. ]

You say 'jumping through hoops' like it wouldn't be easy for you.