light at the beginning of the tunnel

The Voice smiled and waved her hand. "A boat and a map of the stars? You think I can't provide you that?" She matched his grin with a charming one of her own. "Not necessarily...The longer you inhabit this body the more your fluid becomes stable. Soon you will be able to be out in the sun longer and longer, until it hardly harms you at all." Tilting her head slightly to the side, the Voice offered the potter a slightly confused stare. "Well, each of the islands has its own coast you might say. But yes, there is a coastline on the southeastern border as well. The most southernly tip of the continent falls away into the sea from high cliffs." With a smile truly adoring and maternal now, the Voice nodded. Stretching out her wrist to him, she offered the dark-eyed man his fill of her. She would envigorate him in a way that drinking from humans never could; he'd find both body and mind soothed and the inner workings of his ascended-form perfectly calibrated and primed.