"I was never going to graduate on that ship," Ulla tells him, tipping her head to rest against Warren's. It felt hopeless. "If I'd had my magic I might have tried to wreck the whole thing."

"And I didn't know if I'd ever see you again."

She still doesn't feel quite at home in her own skin, the beautiful silver scales she never expected to see again, like human clothing that no longer fits. But she feels at home here, with Warren holding onto her.