"Beautiful."

"Mmhmm. Not as nice as home, but that's a high bar to clear."

"Oh?"

"You'll see."

"I look forward to it."

And she goes back to preparing dinner: lentil-potato stew.

"Smells nice."

"Thanks. Daisy usually cooks, at home, but it's always a good idea to know how to take care of yourself."

"Yeah, definitely.

I'd offer to make tea but I don't have all the spices I'd need."

"I've got some packed, but it sounds like we take different kinds. I can pull it out if you'd like some, though."

She shakes her head. "No thank you. My kind is very different."

She nods.

The soup is done in time for them to sit and watch the sunset while they eat it.

"Tastes as good as it smells."

"Glad you like it."

She nods.

"You're big on pretty things?"

"Mmhmm. It's pretty much what I do, these days, is make art."

"...What, really?"

Amusement, again. "Sure. It's what I want."

"Hm."

Heh.

Stew.

Stew!

And then sleep, probably.

Yep. There are some good caves for it at the base of the ridge; Pradnakt offers to levitate their bedding down.

"Thanks."

She gets hers set up, too, but hangs out watching the sky for a while rather than going straight to bed.

Karzel doesn't--quite--sleep either. He's very good at faking it, but--friendly-seeming isn't actually a guarantee of friendly.