[ indeed, inej is not a fan of the gloominess of ketterdam... but the barrel was different. the flashes of color and joy in an otherwise violent and dreary place. home. she shakes her head slightly, amused at the thought, before their steps slow.

her eyes follow where kaz is gesturing, to a beautiful weeping willow. the branches stretch so long that the leaves and flowers brush the surface of the water. it was beautiful, and quiet, and inej can just see a smaller version of kaz tucked stubbornly among the high branches. hidden away so he could be left to his own thoughts.

not much has changed, inej realizes, amused. and so she tugs his hand as she steps closer to the shore, toward the tree itself. ]

You haven't been lost a day in your life. [ with no small amount of amusement as they near the tree, her steps careful to avoid anything too marshy or soggy. it wouldn't do to fall into the lake, which inej was certain was still freezing. ] Falling in, though... hm.

[ well. a young child may not know how to swim, but it was kerch. an island. inej would think all of them would know at least the basics, being so close to shore no matter where you were in the country. she considers that for a moment, almost asking... but then she tilts her head back to look at him, somewhat unimpressed. ]

I can't imagine you being obedient enough to respect a grounding.