Ari looked to be making herself comfortable, that was good. First off, it meant her crystal bed, for all its obvious hardness, actually felt quite cozy. This reassured Alisa, for after all, she had crafted that bed herself, out of nowhere, from materials one might deem inadequate for the purpose. Once more, she looked deep in thought, further proving Arisa to be just as contemplative as the sculptress herself, and that was saying something. Eventually though, she stir from her absent memories and start speaking, instantly seizing Alisa's attention like the most natural thing in the world.
She introduced this story as something she'd heard on a ship, from a sailor, making Alisa about what manner of love life must that sailor not have had to fall in love with a princess... As a result, she found it next to impossible to speak up and ask, leaving it to Arisa to quench her curiosity, while an idle, excited hand betrayed a measure of eargerness on her part, as the sculpting motion on the crystal produced would have grown a bit faster, firmer if still impressively smooth... Yet despite that Alisa still hardly seemed to take that into account, simply sculpting while sparing it nothing but a glance, with nothing but a keen sense of touch to guide her way...