I must contest that your chiefliness remains! [ Sidon insists this, but rubs his flushed cheeks as he continues all the same. ] ...but as you wish, Urbosa.

[ Looking thoroughly embarrassed and glad for the subject change, Sidon looks back out at the water with a satisfied nod. ]

It doesn't quite hold up to home, I'm afraid, but perhaps nothing can. I don't mean that boastfully, merely... Home is home in immeasurable ways. There is a quality to it which can't be substitute or replicated.

But after so long on dry land, it is a welcome respite.

What of you? How have you found our surroundings?