Uriah's mouth is agape as he stairs up at the stars. He knows it's just magic, but it's still distracting to stare up at the dizzying nothingness. It reminds him of camping with his family. A little slice of childhood normalcy.

Another shooting star zips overhead, and lands in a distant cloud. It brings him back to his present company. Uriah takes another sip of his whisky-that-looks-a-lot-like-coffee, then flashes a smile at Tybalt. "Think you're good enough to catch a falling star?"