[It's not the stars, he says, but she thinks simply. It must just be the thing he mentions right after- just the "motion" part.]

I've heard it's nice, yeah...

[And that there's good seafood. But she's had plenty of that in Akvos now. It had been good. Fresh ocean fish, not the salted or dried fare that made it inland, or the more earthy taste of river fish.

It's fine, then, right? If she doesn't demand he acknowledge that all of this is real, that she exist... maybe they'll just have a conversation. But this one has steered far too close to Akvos, to her knuckles growing pale on the knife handle she grips too tight as she continues cutting, so-]

I guess I shouldn't get on a boat, though. Or "trains" or "cars" or "spaceships". The ground is good enough for me.