It's true, Sýnin doesn't care for our new arrival. She spends more time flying around these days when Reisende is around. Isn't that—oh. [Eivor looks over her shoulder to address the familiar, then pushes the screen back. Reisende is gone from where it had perched. She swings it back to herself.]

Hate when it does that. Anyways. The shipyard by the docks. I will be ready.