No.

[He answers it immediately, without flinch or hesitation, voice calm and utterly flat.

He answers it too fast.

And he realizes it too late, after the word is already out. His jaw locks but he doesn't try to avoid her eyes, where she's kneeling between his knees, looking up at him and expecting - ]

I don't hear anything.

[He can lie without a sign - but this isn't a lie. She says 'lion' and he thinks that's a strange thing to create a ship to look like. It's even stranger, less sane maybe, to expect it to actually sound like a lion. He's heard her voice and his screams and that's all.

His hand uncurls where it had fisted against his thigh again. And he exhales. It shakes, just a little. Leaning down, close to her, he sets the glass on the tray that's holding the water for her. And his eyes are very dark and very ancient when they meet hers.]

I feel restless. I want to taste the stars again. I've always felt that way, even as a child. But its worse here. I've never felt it this bad. It's too strong. It's my longing - but its not mine.