[Mipha glances upwards, as if to see the Natha hovering around physically trying to listen in.]

There are still many things we don't know about our friends up there. I wonder if we'll ever actually get the answers we want?

[There's a soft sigh and she pulls her coat around her a little tighter.] Either way, I hope we reach our destination soon. I fear I may never be warm again, and I'm quite interested in hearing from this 'first refugee.' [Or original or whatever they called him]