Sabine acknowledged Meesei's presence, but kept her eyes at the shore. Talking about Ariel only made her waves of sadness return. For the moment, she held her tears back. Even though Sabine knew that Meesei was referring to the way Sabine was more socially engaged, the mention of who she was becoming dipped her into a thought that kept her so silent that Meesei might have initially thought that she was ignoring her. "Meesei, I'm not..." Sabine thought she had something to say, but stopped herself to keep thinking for a few moments longer. Sabine raised her head to Meesei, and for a moment she noticed that she didn't have to hold her head so steeply. She must have had a growth spurt. That was aside from her thoughts, though. "You make it sound like you and Ariel know what will happen to me. Am I changing? I don't know what will happen to me." Sabine broke eye contact, and for a moment she looked like she was slightly intimidated. Up until now, she hadn't thought much about the future, or whether she would be changing as she grew up. It was naive to think that she wouldn't develop her personality as she grew up and experienced the world, but to have that sort of expectation of herself was slightly frightening to think about. "How do I know what I should become?" She thought out loud tiredly as she leaned her forearms on the railing of the ship and rested her chin on her fingers.

Even being secure in the Hammock didn't stop Janius from tensing his mouth in awkward fright as Kaleeth attempted to climb in again. Janius tried to guide her with his hands, no little effect. He was surprised that Kaleeth was able to get to the position she did without capsizing the entire thing. She was atop him eventually, steady, but with a similar expression to his in paralysed fear of any movement rolling them over. "How...about...we try...moving a little," Janius said with obvious strain. Before they could shift, he frantically slowed her down, "Ah-let's stay laying down, though." He took a slow breath and his eyes remained wide, "I don't think it will roll over if we stay laying down."

Janius attempted to shift under Kaleeth's weight to varying degrees of success. The fact that their weight seemed to keep the hammock steady at this point helped him to relax. As long as Kaleeth didn't try to sit up suddenly, they would probably not flip over and fall, however it was becoming clear that the hammock was only made with one person in mind. They didn't exactly have as much space as in their bedroll. After some careful movement, the two eventually lay side by side and very close, facing each other. "There we go," Janius said quietly to Kaleeth, "They're cosy once all is said and done, aren't they? We'll just have to remember how to do this come nightfall." Janius looked into Kaleeth's eyes and failed to keep a straight face. They must have looked ridiculous trying to get into the hammock. He began to laugh off the stress of the whole procedure, almost as if the last few minutes had been dangerous. The laughter escalated from inside Janius' core, but didn't stretch on for too long. Once the laughter subsided, he blinked a couple of times and his smile faded in realisation. "...How do we get out?"

With the officers' quarters and the cargo hold off limits, Fendros didn't take much time to map out the ship. There were a few strange shapes and devices strewn about, but none of the crew seemed to be idle to satisfy is curiosity. He went under the hold again, intending to spend some more time reading Orskan's tome. As he passed Kaleeth and Janius' bunk, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the squirming and strained voices emanating from the hammock fabric that encased them. He decided not to look directly inside for the sake of their privacy, however much they were counting on in such a place. Nevertheless, Fendros quickly moved on. He and Ahnasha would have plenty of time to read the tome while they were at sea, between everything else and puzzling how they were to deal with the memories that plagued them.