The question threw her a little. "Well, as fanciful as sailing types usually are, that star usually gets referred to just as the 'north star.' There are those who call it Polaris. I don't really know why. I'm sure there's a story behind it somewhere, but I haven't heard it."
Staring up at the night sky was not an uncommon occurrence for Molly, so her neck didn't cramp. However, she was also used to paying attention to those with whom she conversed. She turned back to Edric and smiled brightly at him. "But I'm certain you had some other reason for being out here than talking to me. I'm keeping you from something; I apologize." Molly slipped the cloak off her shoulders and offered it back to him despite the fact that she really did not want him to leave. It was nice to talk to someone like this without all the bustle of the tavern.