"Many things are possible."

"And you can return the favor if I'm ever in Ketterdam."

"We'll be sure to."

Onwards to the local fancy restaurants, then.  

She expects nothing but the best.

Val will try not to disappoint. 

"How long have you been in Os Alta? You don't talk like a native, exactly."

"A bit under a year, on and off."

"Do you like it here?"

Thoughtful hum. "I like some of the people, and being in a city is nice sometimes - though I'm a tracker at heart, and I like being out in the wilds a lot."

"I could never live like that."

"Too much of a city girl?"

"Entirely. I panic when I see the horizon."

"Lots of wilderness doesn't have a view of that."

"And wild trees. Untamed scrub. Farmland. The thought of not being able to sleep on a real bed."

"That's what you bring a pretty girl along for."

"I don't think it works like that."

"Pretty girls make good pillows! Especially if they're taller than you."

"-I'll pass on that one."

Possibly Val has noticed by now that Kaz does not touch another person, ever. The way she walks through a crowd creates a bubble of space around her, and the only exposed skin she has is her face.

Shrug. "Suit yourself."

"You should show me the lures of city life someday."

"If I ever get you to a proper city."

"Os Alta isn't city enough?"

"It's positively provincial."

"And Ketterdam's a real city?"

"It is. Real cities have more money flowing through them."