"There are all kinds of Neighbor countries, it seems. I've heard there's a maritime nation out there: Liberi. It doesn't sound like it's the world you came from, though."

What an odd sensation, the feel of those scaly hands. It reminded her of a time she'd gone to the zoo, when younger. There was an exhibit filled with rainbow lorikeets, several which had grasped her forearms and wrists tightly as they scrambled for the little cup of nectar in her fingers.

"Is that where your Great Sea came from? A goddess?" She didn't ask him if that was what he believed, of course; if he actually did believe in goddesses, he might take offense. Maybe she'd use the opportunity to scrutinize his feathers a little, though.