If there's anyone else on the ramparts this late, it doesn't feel like it. Fitz finds him overlooking the city, and for a moment he's wholly distracted by the sight of Kirkwall sprawling out beneath them, an Escher of shadows and torchlight. There's no evidence of the months that've passed since the last time he saw it; not in this light, anyway.

"Ellis."

A greeting and announcement as he steps up behind him, tone casual. He's not opposed to a hug or a familiar clap on the back, but he's playing it cool. Maybe if he'd gotten more than an 'aye'.