"Indeed," Amelia agrees, "especially given the nature of the initial attack. A planned attack to bring out as many volunteers to assist the numerous wounded, given how few actually were slain. A lure for which Evandau fell." She shakes her head. It was far easier to direct a ship from the helm rather than the deck. "He ought to have known better."

At his admission that Keeliai resembles his own home, she perks up in interest. "Really now? It seems there are quite a number of similarities between worlds. I take it the giant turtle is not one of those similarities, though." That was something she can't imagine repeating itself; it's simply too absurd, and she wouldn't have believed it had she not been brought here.

"Might I have a look at it?" She gestures at the sword Gene is holding.