"It's very nice," Adia confirms. "You can see a lot more of them. They don't twinkle, though, because there's no atmosphere in the way. What were your dreams of them like?"

Carefully, she takes Lyra into her arms and cradles her gently, marveling at her soft fur. She positively melts when she's headbutted, rewarding the cat's friendliness with a gentle stroke along her back. "Who's a good kitty," she murmurs happily, untroubled by the stray hairs. After a moment or two, she returns her attention to Viatorus, although it's hard to not be at least a little distracted by a friendly cat.

"Thanks... that's kind of you to say." She's well aware that he doesn't know what it's like, but she doesn't hold that against him. "I hope you find happiness, too. With Runa," she adds quickly. If he's really going through with an arranged marriage, she's absolutely not going to advocate for some sort of loophole. "I, um... I mean, I don't know anything and I'm the last person to give advice, but she sounds nice and... that's a good start. Sometimes." She looks down, suddenly finding something very fascinating about the pattern of Lyra's fur.