"Something like that would take years to come to fruition."

She says it glad that she has a task to occupy her hands with at present, so how she doesn't look at him won't be noticed. Years. He's planning for such a long time.

Fever's glad, in that moment, that they're basically outside. That she can look up and see the outdoors, the isle's landscape. If she'd had this realization inside, she'd have to invent a reason to be directed elsewhere. Of course this place is home to people - will be, to others she knows. But still, home - not a concept she's good at.