Privately, Eddie hopes that the time the Starrs spent here was just a detour on the way to some safer and better place to settle. They couldn't be sent back to the ship-prison place, could they? He won't speak it aloud, but he prays that the goddesses managed such a thing for the Starrs.

"It's best to have a safe outlet for creativity... well, for some level of safe, I suppose. At least you're not poking the nighttime monsters and going 'what does this do'?" That last bit was a joke, and Eddie's tone is light as he says it. "If you need a control group for anything, I'm sure I can make space at my place, by the way."