"Sealed? By the water, you mean?"
"Of course not." They look irritated now, likely by how slow my brain is catching up to their thought process. "The seals, girl."
"So, a lockbox?"
"Lockb—you humans have such odd innovations." The way they're peering into my face, it feels like they're tearing apart my memories to educate themselves.
"In a sense, I suppose. It isn't that easy." They sit.
In the air.
Floating.
Just—there. As if one would lower themself into a chair, only there's nothing there.
"Why so surprised?" they ask, tilting their head as they blink owlishly in my direction.
Gesturing toward them, I just say, "You're floating. In mid-air."
They roll their eyes again, a surprisingly human gesture for such an otherworldly being. "And you're standing on the ground. How extraordinary."
