How did anyone get used to being on a ship, he wondered. The rocking, the swaying—he didn’t like it.

With the door shut, he moved further inside the cabin and sank down to sit on the end of the cot. He settles and slowly looks back over at the admission. It sounds nice if only because of the tone. Kell speaks the words so quietly that Holland almost believes him.

“I never should have turned you away back then,” his head tipped back and his eyes closed. He could feel their magic mingling quietly in the room; like two separate beings desperate for company. “I could have made you even more than you are now.”