[A long moment of silence lingers both over and between them. They were both caught up in their own thoughts, but Childe's ear is trained towards the Wanderer after he asks his question, hoping that he'd get... A response? Acknowledgement?

The Harbinger's not sure what he wants, and realizes, when the other finally speaks, that he'd been holding his breath.]

Sounds about right. You uh. Meet anyone else?