[His precious book... in its book holster like a gun... Lucas glances away from the beautiful painting stretched out all above them like the heavens themselves, looking over toward Taair as he's addressed. His expression is faintly curious, though there's a bit of an amused crinkle to his eye when the question itself is posed.]

It isn't too personal at all, my dear. I do intend to return. I just can't bear the thought of leaving Nadia like that when there's the possibility of going back to her...