Days feel longer without you

Iskra

Find something you can hold on to
Find someone who'll be there for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end

With her at the helm he'd long since learned to find a strict stance and steady grip on something that usually involves some white knuckles. He definitely never comments on her decisions for speed or whipping through turns. It's fun, the way most near-death experiences are when you survive them, but it's best when he doesn't consider the potential too heavily. She has been sailing all this time though and keeps walking away, so surely it's alright. He might worry if they ever get into an argument when she's behind the wheel though, so he quietly adds learn to sail to his to do list.

That her potential for enjoyment quickly becomes anything is one that earns a wide grin. "What were out here last time for?" he wonders as they settle into a stride fit for wayward exploring, close enough for his shoulder to brush and bump against hers every so often. "Oh, I don't know," he hums out, head tilting back faintly in thought. Goose gives a dramatic snort and dip of his body away from Sila, but is quickly bounding after the dragon in pursuit, long since having grown accustomed to the pair, though easily made back into a yelping pup the moment play turns too south for him (aka he starts losing).

"Nothing you find here remains, right? Or they just vanish if they stay in the hole?" His lore is iffy at best on a good day. He seems to shrug, as if considering that it doesn't matter what the answer is either way. "Something I've never seen before would be fun. Or an instrument to try out. Maybe a new weapon to toy with. Something to smash..." The potential is limitless, really. With Sila scouting and Goose helping (?) he summons a small flaming bird to flit along after them, offering light for them all.

Find somewhere you can come home to
Find someone that'll die for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end