That brought a chuckle. "A given. We'll have to wait until she and Nymii disappear for half a moon on a long hunt. Hurry them in, hurry them out, and hope she can't smell shem'len when she comes back."

Idle fantasy, perhaps, but the three Sina had mentioned had been nothing but welcoming and kind to the point of fantasy themselves. Nari threads her legs through the railing to the knees so she can swing her feet, grinning every time the sea spray tickles their bare soles. There's more than enough room left to be a pillow, should that be desired.