Dinadan chases after his shirt anyway and slips it on over his shoulders. It's still cold enough outside to make wandering around topless uncomfortable for him.
He follows her out onto the balcony and, after a brief check where he concludes that he could probably shrink down enough to make the fall survivable if he accidentally went over the rail, he follows her gaze up to the night sky.
Well, sort of. Light pollution makes it hard to see the stars.
"Definitely not bad," he agrees.
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