"If he's your nephew, does that mean Diran finally got married?" Rohin asks. "I thought he'd never settle down." "Yes, to a girl from Orun called Shrey," Hian says, aware of Nikhil listening intently. "How is he?" "I'm afraid Diran died ten years ago." "Oh no!" Rohin looks genuinely sad. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Was it - was it the plague?" "Yes, it was." Hian moves on quickly, not wanting to dwell on that. "So how are you, anyway? Still working as a Thysian, I see." "Well yes, although it's been a long time since I did any glimmers." He grins ruefully. "I never had Diran's talent anyway." "It's not the strength of the glimmer that matters, it's the devotion underlying it," Hian quotes. "Remember?" Rohin laughs. "All these years and you can still do a perfect Sora Nisha!"