Already growing bored of the politicking of the Exalted, Kohl dropped a hand to Fisher's shoulder in a gentle squeeze and bent close to his ear.  "I'm hungry," she murmured, her voice a light baritone flavored with a typical Wavecrest accent.  "So I'm leaving to fish something up for dinner.  Do you want me to get anything for you, or will--" And here she cast a dubious glance at the laden table tucked discretely in the corner, prepared with lavish finger foods and jugs of wine, juice and spirits. "--what's been provided suffice for you?"<br/><br/>Only waiting long enough to hear his answer, she nodded once to him and slipped out the door, making her way up through the dim stairwell into the sweet sea air.  If it truly became necessary, Fisher knew he could hold her vote as a proxy if she were not there to cast it for as long as things stayed democratically decided.  If this had been a meeting of the Silver Pact, she'd have stayed until the wee hours of dawn, arguing the point both vocally and physically if necessary... but yet again she had been sharply reminded that she was not amongst purely Lunars anymore, and Solars did seem to like to talk endlessly about things.  Even the other Lunars were falling into that pattern, but Kohl didn't know either of them overly well.  So she couldn't honestly say if it were because they were influenced by the Solars, or because they truly enjoyed the finer points of eloquent debate.<br/><br/>And yet... her head tilted as she stepped onto the deck of the ship, regarding the sole Solar (Kaiser) sitting by himself, staring out over the water.   Allies though they might be, Kohl trusted none of them to watch her back on the battlefield... but trust had to start somewhere.  Though it galled some small part of her that had taken too strongly to her elders' lessons about the First Age, she decided that tonight, she would be the one to make the first step.<br/><br/>After another moment of indecision, she moved to the railing, for all intents and purposes just another of the myriad male sailors aboard the vessel.  "Long night," she said by way of greeting, leaning against the railing with her elbows and likewise looking out over the water.<br/><br/>( OOC: I apologize about the minor liberties I took adding in the buffet table.  I figured it would likely be one of those things that would have been thought of, given the nature of practically everyone in the room and how long debates between powerful peers might last. )