"Is this okay?" She'd been speaking the language longer, but Kex'ti still thought she had an accent.
"Of course. We cleared out the ogres, and we're having dinner just beyond the patrol border, we'll be back to report before sundown," he said.
She brought her knees up under her chin, and prodded the seared sporefish with her multitool. He was still learning her expressions. But, he was also still learning to cook Outland fauna.
"Oh." He grabbed a rock, and skipped it out in to expanse past the floating earth. Nagrand flowed out below in lurid greens and white pools. The wind blew, and the rocs reeled in the breeze. The Skyguards sat there, their nether rays floating just off the edge of the earthmote. The earthenware clinked with each prod of her multitool, and Kex'ti failed to notice she was eating the meal, rather than merely playing with the fish. He began to lose himself in thought when he heard her gasp. His hands darted to his daggers, and he turned. His companion sat there, her mouth full of food, a large chunk of fish on the multitool.
"The fish is very good!" she mumbled over the mouthful.
She smiled at him. If he could get a picture of her, the sporefish tucked into one cheek, the other side of her lips curled upward, it'd have been the one thing he'd carry with him through it all. As it was, he'd have to make due with the memory.
She reached out for help up. Instead, Kex'ti dropped a rock into her outstretched hand and smiled back. Rem tapped it against against a horn and slid her goggles into place. She gently rolled a dial along the top of one of the red lenses until she snapped the rock back and threw it out into the void at one of the windrocs. The creature screeched and dispersed, and the rock sunk into a pond far below, scattering a group of talbuk.
"Not bad," said Kex'ti.
"Not perfect, yet. But, it'll have to do, archenei. Let's get back to work."