Emilia walks beside him, her hand tucked into the crook of his elbow. She takes this opportunity to inspect both their surroundings and the new faces that await them at port customs. They owe these people a great deal, it seems.

Wrath's question shifts her focus, attention moving to her prince instead. Some of the tension eases from her shoulders, the look on her face most likely answer enough. She answers him regardless, some attempt at levity.

"I look forward to eating something other than oranges," she admits to him, a mild complaint in the grander scheme of things. It is more important they made it out of the Crossing with their lives.

And some new magical body parts to spare. There is that, too.