Daud watches her a moment longer, two, before his gaze casually shifts to Deirdre instead. It's funny, the tricks they've picked up since they got these extensions of their souls -- his gone now, something that feels like the the absence of a pang in his stomach reminds him.

"You might want to consider getting your hands on a ship, for a start," he offers, finally. "Unless you've lost your taste for boats, I always thought that was at least half the reason you wanted to take over the Wolves."