"'Viera,'" Tarantulas quietly says to himself. It's a name -- and a world -- unknown to him, but that just makes it all the more enticing. "I admire someone willing to buck social convention and expand their horizons." He stretches an arm up to gently touch Ryja's face, just under her jawline; staying well clear of her mask. "I'm a traveler too. I've visited so many worlds...but never have I felt more at home than with you and Amy."

He gives Ryja a pleading look. "Have you chosen a place to live yet, dearest...?"