Vax had almost got to where every thought in his head wasn't about Scanlan, or Grog, or Pike, or Percy, or Keyleth... Though he couldn't stop thinking about Vex, not ever really. But the boy's honesty about his own hopes reminded him of them with a pang of sharp longing.

He'd be tempted to tear his own wings out, if he thought for a moment that it would give him any one of them.

Not that anyone had asked for such yet.

"The Inn is full of mysteries - but some of them are kind enough to be called surprises. There's no way of knowing exactly who will arrive here and when, and it goes both ways. We may very well never see our loved ones again," he admitted. "But truthfully, some kin and loved ones have been reunited here already. I will keep an ear perked for you," Vax promised.