"You'll find me the least picky eater in London." She's not actually the biggest fan of rats, but a meal is a meal. 

To Lillian, "We won't linger here long enough for your revolutionary spark to dull. I promise. You'll be out delivering us to a better tomorrow in no time."

"Alright."

And to getting settled in, as much as they can?

(Lillian does not need to sleep, so she has no objection to sitting or standing by the door and keeping an eye out while she thinks.)

Kim gets to work gathering whatever dry material she can find to start a fire in the dilapidated stove. Enough to keep them warm in the chilly marsh, and to cook rats, should she get desperate. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” She asks the quiet Lillian. 

"The laws here are strange. I looked at them some on the ship, but I was - distracted, trying to learn your language. It's just... I guess this place really is far from the Judgements' light."

“Laws for the lawless never really stick. Especially since lasting punishment doesn’t particularly work.” She thinks of the tomb-colonies, and even though the threat of them is frightening, true death frightens her more. 

"It's the Judgements' laws I'm worried about, and it's not just death being rare, it's - the chain's weaker, here. Souls have - something like more potential to them. I don't know what it is yet, though."

“An avenue to investigate. That will mean a trip into Hell,” Kim says with a look of distaste. 

"I might be able to track down my father, if we go there."

“And we can be certain the Protectorate won’t follow us.”

She looks at Lillian with a little concern. “Are you sure you want to find him?”

"I'm not. I don't know if he'll help or hinder us. But - I want to know who he is."

Kim is not a particularly physically affectionate person, so the urge to hold Lillian, to comfort her, is alien and strange. She shakes it off.

"We'll be in the area, we may as well. You don't have to tell him who you are."

"He might guess, though I suppose my mother might not have told him about me."

"Could he steal your soul? Is that even possible? Do judgements even-"

"We - are souls. I don't know that mine can be stolen."

"I'd rather not test that theory, but we'll need to investigate that avenue anyway." Kim sighs, which then turns into a yawn. "Excuse me."

Nod.

She settles in by the door.

Kim settles on the opposite side, taking her rifle and bag off to set them down. She's not...sure what to do now. 

"...do you want to small talk? I have some comments on the weather," she offers weakly.

"We can. I don't really know what to talk about, though. The weather here is neat, it's not at all like the High Wilderness."

"How about a question for a question? You tell me something about the High Wilderness, I'll tell you something about the Neath."

"Okay. Hm... When I fell, I felt another light, to the East of here. Do you know what that was?"

"It's the Mountain of Light. Haven't heard much beyond rumours about it, unfortunately."

"Huh. Maybe we can go there, someday."

“Good thing you know a zee Captain.” Kim smiles. 

“The sun. Does it shine as brightly as a Judgement?"

"It is a Judgement. All the suns, all the stars, are."

“All of them? Including you? You were a star?” Kim could easily believe that. Lillian did have a celestial beauty. 

“You’ve given yourself a hard job, unseating the very heavens.”