His own blue eyes are noteworthy themselves, though Katsa pays the wolf more attention than she pays to him. Familiars are not wholly uncommon no matter how odd the animal, though she wonders if this one is more dog than wolf. She remembers the behavior of wolves from the highlands long ago, their wandering packs in the snow and in the mountains. It strikes her to see one here now.

Casually, surreptitiously, Sparrow tucks her distinctively striped tail closer to her furry body. Katsa decides to ignore the wolf and considers Victor's words.

"Hm." That makes sense, she supposes. Few ships are disposed to private ventures, save those belonging to the wealthy and powerful if they lived near the sea. Katsa has never lived near it. She's only been on water once or twice, and it had taken plenty of convincing to allow her passage.

"I should like to see the sea from our height." She turns back to the railing and squints among the clouds, looking suddenly for the grey and blue of water below. "I wonder what it looks like. Do you think we could see the other side of it, from this high? What do you think is across it? Does it end at all? Does it move to look like mountains do from above?"