The Helmsman listens quietly to this; there's an unfamiliar feeling in the pit of his stomach, something he can't quite place. A more sensitive soul would recognize it as melancholy tinged with nostalgia, but he doesn't have the capacity to understand that and instead just assumes he's feeling poorly because of the soup Disciple forced down his throat.

He lays down another card, and this one is the seven of hearts. "Symbol for matespritth," he says quietly, half-hoping that will spurn Disciple into talking about her beloved.