Corso tried to convince himself that the portkeys weren't any worse than going into hyperdrive without crash webbing, but there was something disconcerting about landing on your feet instead of landing gear. It took him a few moments to steady himself--something that was a bit harder to do on soft sand.
The sand actually wasn't terrible. It didn't radiate dry heat the way Tatooine's sand did. And the rest of it--the ocean, the palm trees, the bird song--well, it was lightyears better than Tatooine's desert.
He turned to look at E'cho, smiling. "Gorgeous," he said, looking into her eyes.