Mmm?

[It's almost hypnotic, the way the small waves carry the boats away, wavering a little up and down as they sail out and past the point of where they're easily distinguished from the stars. Rolling his head back, he looks up at Eliot and just waves his hand a little.]

I didn't know any of the people who died. Or, uhm, the spirits? The message said some of them died, too. And-- look, they're making boats. How is that even-- I mean, we've seen some shit in Fillory, but something like this?

[There's little noise coming from anyone, even the forest spirits, and Quentin keeps his voice pitched low, an almost whisper in the darkness, only it's a little lighter now that Eliot's lantern is lighting things up as well.]

I don't want to, like, interrupt them? Mess it up for them? You know.