She's pulled into dock on the edge of the woods. There's no one else there, which isn't too unusual, just the edge of the world behind her, the soaring cliffs before her, and the forest spilling down either side like tumbling locks. It's nighttime, and she takes a moment to look up at the wandering stars. What this island loses on remoteness it makes up for in scenery, and the rooms carved into the cliff face are generally comfortable. And free. A port without fees is always nice.
"Well, many of them want the same things humans do, but spirits can be harder to model."
"Then I guess I should explore out here a little more. I don't think there's much magic out here."
"Alright, then. Let's head back to the inn for the night, then we can set out when we wake up."
And back to the inn they can go.
Sarati gets the ship ready fairly quickly in the morning.
Gren wants to keep charging that magic power cell! The one she started but didn't finish yesterday. She has more magic now.
She can be doing that while Sarati's running around the ship getting it ready, then.
"Thank you for this," Sarati says when she hands the power cell to Gren. "It's a big help to me."
"And you said you'd pay me for it. It's a magic job! Just what I'm supposed to do with magic."
"You use magic for things just like anything else. Fun things and work things too. That's what mom always says."
Gren goes quiet.
She finishes charging the cell - for now - and takes deep breaths and looks like she's trying not to cry.