He would have a curious look at the egg Whispers held whilst contemplating the words of wisdom Sky bestowed upon him. If she was correct and he was willing to wager that she was, Howl was somehow affixed to his own exalted nature. A kind of mental imprint or bond that makes her utterly devoted to him or such. A kind of kinship that the two exaltations share. Similar to how the moon rises when the sun sets. Each one shields creation with their own light and illuminates the world in its own majesty. Very interesting to say the least.<strong>"We should talk about this further Howl. It seems that you'll be spending more time with me then just this task."</strong>He would then politely ask Whispers<strong>"Maybe I can have a look at it and tell what it does? I have a good eye for things like this."</strong>