August comes with a deep black sky and a red moon in the early morning. They're on a boat to the Yamani Islands and Dom remembers the old adage: red sky in morning, sailors take warning.

"Storm tomorrow," he wraps an arm around Kel. "By the way, I get seasick."

She turns. "You get seasick? Aren't there teas for that?"

Dom shrugs. "Yes, but I don't think I'll bother the mage on ship for one. We'll stay below."

"I'll come up for bit, actually, as I like looking at the waves," Kel says. "If you don't mind."

A lopsided grin. "Not overmuch," he says. "As long as you come to me eventually."