His pleasure brings her the same, perking up with a smile, glad, glad he found it as grand as all those pretty things rolling about in the bottom of that small little box.

"I am second-daughter, of St. Loe." And then she realises, why would he know what that was? There were no Steel-Cutters, no Farfels. Rich or poor, soldier or sailor. She blinks wetting her lips before she clarifies. "By bond and ceremony, my people mingle their soul with spirits, my family did so with the Great Sea spirit. So the sea is... part of us, as we are part of it."