"Fire and water, why not air?" And wasn't that worrying? Just how fortified were the skies? Just how fortified were the Sun or the Love, for that matter? She supposed she would have to check with Bella and Wil. Just to ease her own mind. "That isn't to mention the undead. Do you think they might run out of corpses sooner rather than later?"
Glib, but really where were they coming from? Rumors said Outland cemeteries. How many corpses could the Outlands supply?
And where had that ghostlike creature gone after they had killed its angry pet?
Questions the corsair likely couldn't answer.
"In any case, if you'd rather be on your way," she swept a very courtly and exaggerated curtsy, spreading her skirts wide, "by all means. I daresay I will be flying with you again sooner rather than later. At least," a knowing look, "for so long as the skies remain unassailed."