"Well, any sailor will tell you the best way to deal with a wind that strong is to run before it and let it blow you where it may," Drinian tells her. "For to do anything else, if you can't find safe harbor, will only end in catastrophe."

He offers his hand, gallant, to help her down from her perch, though he smiles as he does it. "If you enjoy that view, perhaps you'd like to see the one aloft, from the fighting-top."