That's a relief to hear, at least. You must introduce me to him sometime, whatever his name might be now. [A beat.] You know, I recall you saying I'd lose my heart to someone...

[But before he can finish that thought, thunder cracks, and it goes from a small drizzle to a downpour. Dorian looks up and away from Byerly, smile wiped from his face.]

This isn't the Outpost. Fuck. [No, the memory is just on much larger of a scale. The forest is off in the distance like where they once were, the grass is of an early spring, but the ocean is closer and a distant sound of fighting breaks out over a hill. Dorian turns every which way, swearing under his breath, before he takes Byerly's arm to pull him along.] Gregor? No, that's the one who doesn't fancy anyone.