The ocean buzzes sometimes at night. Something about this magic she absorbed, and the power that it has. It's almost as though it's trying to tell her something, but she can't figure out what.

She knows the crew isn't thrilled with having women up on the deck, but they get less pissy about it at night, so she's been trying to adjust, and give them their space. She wanders up because the fresh air and open space helps. Makes it feel less like a cacophony of noise and that the buzzing has somewhere to go.

She rounds the corner at the top of the deck and frowns when she sees Anduin, standing what she would consider dangerously close to the edge of the boat. Wrapping the blanket around her shoulders more tightly, she takes a step forward and raises her voice.

"Anduin?"