If there was any more proof needed in their tale of being a group of wide-eyed rebel fighters - it's there, when they take a tour of the ship. Staring, at everything that goes past them, the hiss of murmurs in their own language between them. How do they afford all this? Her sun squirms in her arms, wanting to be put down which, once she's sure they've stopped in their tour for the time being, she lets him go. Telling him to mind himself as Kashi ever dutiful in her nursing, trotted after the boy as he took off as fast as excited little legs could carry him.

Her eyes linger on her son as he disappears to poke about in the rooms, as only a mother can. Fitfully worried as a passive reaction to just about everything, before she turns back to him. "More than. This is a sight above the rooms we've been crowded into, of late." She lets out a breath, letting herself ease a little in the rooms. Lets her guards separate so they can have some modicum of a private conversation after all the inevitable fussing. "Will you be far from us?"