Inej remains on the rope at its highest point, enjoying the sway like she's a bird in the breeze. Briefly closing her eyes, she opens them once Astrid is tucked away in the crow's nest.

She can't help her soft laugh.

"Has anyone ever told you to keep your eyes on the horizon?" Inej partially shows off, keeping the fingers of one hand wrapped around the thick rope while she lets the other flutter like a wing. Extending her free arm out, she points toward the clear horizon. It's like one of the expensive paintings she and Kaz stole during her early days as a Dreg: brightly coloured, crisp lines, and the promise of what was once an untouchable freedom.

"It'll help," she says, squinting up at Astrid. "It should, at least." Comforting.