[ in front of such a sight, it is difficult to focus on anything else — and yet, she takes a moment to look at him, taking in his manner of dress, the heavy coat, the slightly messy hair. she wonders what kind of world his was, what sort of life he lived before the Storm.

it is strangely like a relief, to know that even if the worlds prove so very different, at least there are others who still share her wonder at the sight. ]

It is. Wondrous... that is a good word for it, ser. [ she offers a slight, polite smile — entirely genuine, yet there only because it is what she has learned. agreement is safe. ]

I wonder... how small we must seem. [ to those who know the vastness of the universe, to the Gods. ] Have you read much about what is out there? I confess I know very little.