(At a safe distance.)
It's a long boring ride, or it would be boring, but Kiri has learned to make harmless fire-shapes in the air and entertains him with swirls and streamers of it crackling alongside the carriage until she decides to take a nap.
He's not going to be able to sleep in this carriage, it bumps too much, but he can scoot over and sort of nudge part of her onto his lap while she mumbles words.
(And then lurch away from her once she stops partway through "interior decoration".)
She smiles a sad smile at him like she always does when she wakes up and finds him halfway across the room. Or in this case, the carriage.
"You're not even huggy," he observes, on this occasion. "Not like Jayce is anyway." (Jayce is a very huggy little boy.)
She shrugs. "If I didn't have a family and it was just me, and distant Ardelay relatives I barely know, and stuff, then that would be fine probably. We just used to be next to each other all the time and now we can't. I don't need hugging, I just want my brothers."
Ko thinks about this, but doesn't get much of anywhere. Kiri's the smart one, all sweela, always thinking and writing. He isn't going to come up with a solution if she can't, probably.
"I could just try it again," he says.
"You didn't like it last time," she says.
"Yeah, but, you weren't mean about it or anything."
"Why would I be mean because you had to go to the bathroom?"
"I dunno." He fidgets, and looks out the window.
She makes a fire-dart that follows the path of his eyes.
They arrive in Chialto, and wait for the arrival of the prince.
"I'm Aleko," volunteers Aleko. "Kiri says I'm supposed to call you 'your highness' and I said 'all the time?' and she said 'pretty much'."
"Hello, your highness," says Kiri, rolling her eyes affectionately at her twin.
Aleko - observes this, marks out the distance as best as he can without being in the bubble himself, says, "Huh."
"We can leave as soon as Renny's done making sure the luggage all went where it's supposed to go."
"And then I learn what he knows about what you should wear because you barely even know that lace is a thing," says Aleko.
"I know lace is a thing," snorts Kiri. "But you'll be better at this than me and you wanted to do something."
She might be teasing.
"Well - wouldn't anyb- wouldn't most people? One day she can't do anything like it at all and the next day she can't stop and she's setting things on fire and crying about how if Great-Aunt Elytte did this to people then it's just as well that she's dead, and now you're just sort of not minding, I don't get it."
"I don't have any big secrets, and I don't have any - things that - " He gestures helplessly. "The way that people are sometimes, that they don't like it if people know something about them, even if it won't hurt them any other way, they just don't want anyone knowing? I don't do that."
The concept he is attempting to describe is something like shame, or embarrassment, or fear for one's reputation as a thing in itself. He can't quite bring the words to mind.
"You just... don't get embarrassed?" translates Kiri slowly.