She is guilty of being caught in her head, letting all the events of the past months stew, so she is all but mired in them. Getting out is a good way to escape it, avoid an evening of Borodin as she tries to find pleasing god solutions to situations that have no likelihood of such things.

Herian makes a quiet sound as Cosima’s comment snaps her out of another quiet slide towards the mire, thankfully, brings her back to the oranges and purples that are painted across the outstretched clouds and highlighted in crests of coral pink and sunflower yellows, as though the sky were a canvas for all of nature’s most vibrant wonders at once. A little smile, and she squeezes Cosima’s hand gently.

“What would you propose, if we were in your world?’