Harry lets the two of them get to know each other as they go, and he's pleased to see Silna comfortable in Tris's presence. Silna, for her part, finds herself drawn to Daja even unmet—partly from what Tris has told her about Daja's own history, and partly because the drawing reminds her of some of the women she admired among her own family group; even if metalworking was unknown amongst the Netsilik, the air of craft and competence is much the same.

After they disembark and as they make their way to the inn, Silna's eyes are wide as saucers. Harry was right; she's never seen this much green in her life and she finds the climate disconcertingly warm. But the people seem friendly—and Harry is there. At some point she takes hold of his hand; he gives her a reassuring smile.

Harry has seen Briar before thanks to the magic of the Barge, but he will hold off on assuming Briar remembers anything until proven otherwise. "Tris has told me much about you," he says, smiling as he offers his hand. "A pleasure to see you here at last."

Silna hangs back; she manages a friendly smile, but she's staying close to Tris and Harry for now.