"I will be missed at home."
Hawk blinked, coming out of his stunned silence, and regarded the food left on Numair's plate--he'd only taken a small bite out of the avocado, and nothing much else. "Y' ain't hungry, then?"
"More that I'm still feeling a bit too ill for...unfamiliar food. Apologies," Numair replied politely. Hawk just looked puzzled, as Numair stood up, brushing off his skirts. "Would you know how to get to the interworld hub from here?"
"Oh," Hawk said, "You're Aetherian."
Numair smiled thinly. "Yes, I am."
"Gotcha. I'll walk you to the train."
With this, he stood up, making it freshly apparent just how tall he was. Numair had to tilt his head back to follow Hawk's face. "You haven't got to do that," he said.
Hawk dwarfed him even though he hadn't fully straightened up yet, but he stood now with his hands braced on the table and his wings covering his shoulders and his eyes not meeting Numair's. "Uh, you kinda just dropped a bomb on me," he said.
"I can see that," Numair said. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I dunno if it's bad or not. But I could use a walk."
"Fair enough," Numair agreed.
Puffy white clouds dotted the otherwise blue sky.
"So uh...what were y' doin' out so late, if y' don't mind me askin'?"