His fingers flex over her elbow. Yes, Ellis understands. He hadn't been able to write, but he'd thought often of what he might put to paper if the option had been open to him.

But it had been hard enough to conceal the crystal. Taking the book was out of the question.

Wysteria would scoff to hear that all her writing had been kept. Ellis senses this, and so opts to direct his attention more fully to the latter statement.

"Save it," Ellis decides for her. "I assume it's not something to be heard by anyone else seated by us on the ferry."

This early, it's surely those afflicted with hangovers or the irritability that comes with rising at such an hour, both of which might do better if spared scientific theory.

"You might tell me of the celebrations I missed, while I was away."

Because that's Ellis, so concerned with parties.