"Are you fond of dark enclosed places, I wonder?"

A pause followed by short laugh, and, "Yeah, I can see how you'd think that." First a city sewer, now the remains of a derelict ship. They really ought to orchestrate a better means of spending time together.

Kit takes a few slow steps further into the room, and while he doesn't avoid stepping on the bugs, precisely, he does glance down at them with a grimace as the brittle carapaces crack and crunch under his boots. "Like being in the Deep Roads again," he mumbles under his breath, probably an aside to himself, before he glances Rutile's way again, his attention catching on their words. "I know the ship hasn't been gone that long, but now that you mention it, my--visions," he begins, looking decidedly uncomfortable at having to discuss dreams at all, "--took a strange turn. The guy I dreamed of--Nerrin, I think--he seemed... old. Like years had passed for him, not just a month."

Having said the words, Kit grows quiet and chafes a palm against the beard on his chin, frowning. "...but I don't see how that could be possible."