"Leandra," Araceli says. Darts her eyes about to make sure because somehow this has stayed a secret because people either don't think or they don't wish to question very hard when it comes to what they see. "It isn't just the same but there's a holiness that comes with being Her Grace Above the Waves and, well, six of us in the queensguard including me in her bed, and behind a closed door we're all very much equals." You know exactly what she means Korrin, just because she doesn't show a blush as easily, you know what the other signs are with the cleared throat and looking right ahead, blowing her hair away from her face to cool her flushed cheeks.

On the one hand, a rooftop garden is good and Araceli doesn't need to trespass into the alienage more than they'd want extra humans about to check in on friends, vouched for or not. (No matter how parts of alienages are more like home, all these strange places where parts of her can fit but never actually the whole.) On the other, being near plants? "There's enough salt in me that anything Sina tries growing is going to die, or if the winds and tides whip the waves high enough."