A lot of nodding and snuggles follow on the part of the Magelets, and Mistral - watching them - joins in on a hug as well. He can't carry a backpack, of course, what with the wings, but he does have a waist pouch with some supplies and his knife. And his bell, of course, now cleaned up a bit and on a new piece of ribbon - it's still a weathered brass-brown, with traces of green verdigris in the patterning.

Mistral chuckles a little, "The other two Waltzes almost wanted to come, until I mentioned which world we might check next."