So that's it, then. An uneasy truce. As far as potential outcomes from this situation go, he'll take it.

Urianger nods - "Likewise, shouldst thou discover aught of interest." - and retrieves his own device, noting Rue's latest text with a very slight smile before copying Eldibus' number into his contacts and firing off a swift text (" 'tis I") in exchange.

A moment's pause, and he cants his head slightly. "... 'tis likely wise we agree an answer, should any there ask how 'tis we know each other? Since given our deployment we needs must cross paths."

... gods, it really is too easy to fall back into old habits, isn't it?