"You have a point regarding sailing," he says. "Personally, I have never found it enjoyable, upon a ship. I seek...other means of travel, when needed."

Skellig thinks briefly about pirates, and wonders what Kreyu may have discovered so far during her conversation with the henna artist. He does not reach or invade her privacy by 'listening', but he does allow himself a brief second or two to focus on her heartbeat amid all the noise, reassure himself that she is well.

As they near the end of the dock itself (at least this section of it, the harbor is quite vast and there are several) there is an establishment that looks suitable enough.

"And I am here, yes. I care deeply for Kreyu's well-being, and while there are risks...I have found them worth it."

There will be places inside to sit, out of the heat of the blazing sun. And drinks!