Yvae looks especially sad. Procellor frowns. "If you put the anchor down without permission, and without fulfilling the 'immortality to our children' part of the bargain, there will be a problem," he says, carefully. It's not a threat, but it is a warning. "If you don't do either, then I suppose I'll be disappointed, but we won't have a quarrel."

Ilayse jumps up and down a little. I do this! she says, and a little breeze swooshes around Pen.

Procellor glances at her, then warns, "Be careful, sweetie. Indoors that could be a problem."

Sorry, daddy, says Ilayse.