A laugh bubbles up out of her as he spins them, out of sheer, giddy relief. She can't quite believe it's real yet.

"If you'd offered to help me with my revenge two years ago, I might have followed through on the urge to stab you." But there's no heat in the threat now, hints of repressed laughter still lurking under the surface. She'll let him help now. Her revenge won't feel any less hers because she isn't doing it alone.

She beams at him. "Wherever we're going had better be near the sea. I'm so tired of being beached. The other ship didn't even have a tiny pool deep enough to swim."

Ulla's felt so deeply trapped for the past month that this much freedom comes as a shock.