Rio blinked, then looked down at me. Perhaps it was odd for me to be sitting on the floor, but I did not care.
“Hello, m’lady. Everything going well?” He asked, leaning around the doorframe to look at Levent suspiciously.
“Yep,” I said. It sounded like a lame answer, but I could not think of any way to properly elaborate.
“Good,” the half-blood gave me a half-hearted smile.
“Where are we?” Levent growled from the corner.
“We’re actually just passed over Lykwain, heading south. I’ve gone up to the deck and checked for our flying friend a few times, but I haven’t seen anything. I’m not sure we should continue all the way to Zephilon.” Rio’s brow was furrowed, his face quite serious.
I was inclined to agree with him, but then Kewyn shouted from the front, “I went up there once, too. We need that fuel if we’re ever going to get him out of the Spire, though. That stuff could really change the tides.”
The half-blood frowned. Apparently he had been hoping to convince us to turn around without Kewyn hearing. For a human, she had surprisingly sharp ears.
“We could still just go to the harbor and-“
“I thought you said your ship would not be back for a few days yet?” the blonde shouted. Rio’s face became increasingly more pouty and disappointed.
“Yes, but we could still land in Lykwain and-“
“Get ourselves shot down by a cannon? No thanks. If we can get the fuel in Zephilon, that’s the best option.”
The half-blood turned on the kin, leaning forward to stare into his eyes. “Is there even fuel there?”
Levent blinked, before he said, “It’s very likely. There was last I was there.”
“How long ago was that?”
The kin did not answer. This resulted in a long, silent stare-off before Kewyn yelled back to us again, “Well, I still say that’s where we’re headed. I need your help, though.”
She trailed off, mumbling below the roar of the engine. Rio seemed disappointed by this turn of events, retreating out the door with his fists on his hips.