"Do you really believe I'd be so careless?" Howl asks, playfully feigning insult. It is a good point, though, so he follows Emet-Selch without any protest, still carrying his Shard above his palm.

"Have you tried taking yours out?" he asks, glancing at the taller man sidelong. "It does feel a bit strange, I'll be honest. Earlier this morning, when the breeze was stronger, I swear I could feel it blowing against the stone's surface."