Him saying that doesn't confirm she's not hallucinating.
But since she never had such complex hallucinations from lack of sleep just yet...
"It's pretty. Keep it away from cats, though, it's too big. Good night... morning... whatever. See you."
Dísa has spend the last few days either reading in her cabin or "guarding" on deck (aka marvelling at every bit of floating seaweed the ship passed thinking it might be a beast). Sadly, so far nothing of too much interest had been visible.
She hasn´t really managed to gather the courage yet to really talk to any of her crew-mates though. Beyond small-talk at least. Except for the cat but... that doesn´t really count, does it? Maybe she should change that...
Currently she´s on beast-lookout again, equipped with her harpoon and a cup of Harald´s very strong coffee. She looks around whether there´s anybody to strike up a conversation with. Only Oliver though, as Saga just left. Maybe socializing can wait... Dísa´s view returns to the sea.
Wait. There was something not right... She turns around again. A quite sizable owl is sitting on Oliver´s arm.
"
What the-"