When he looks down at her again, it's with a patient, sympathetic sort of frown, and a slow nod. Everyone has been through so much lately - the deaths, the destruction, all of it hit like one long rolling series of waves and he hasn't decided yet if they've actually retreated or if this is just another trough between peaks. Being here as long has he has, he's starting to suspect the latter is just always true any time things seem safe and quiet. They're just waiting to drown in the next crash.

"There's no hurry," he says initially, then continues, figuring the topic is a safe one. Better than worrying about the meaning of death here, and mourning the sudden loss of so many at once. "Lotta people here are from worlds where there's too much land, and too many people. It's a relief to meet another person who's used to the ocean being on all sides. A lake you can't even go out on safely just isn't the same."