Cassian nods as Demyx explains. That makes sense to him.

Yet he still tries for an encouraging smile, and another little brush of their shoulders. "But now you're the survivors from your world and for all your differences, you might discover you have more in common than what sets you apart."

He fetches two glasses. "Is the cider ready for tasting yet? And I'm thinking, maybe we could celebrate one of Arelen's church holidays then, if yours have gone by. That should make her happy."