[Blue's regard is measured and unwavering, and as moments pass into a minute or two of dead silence, it's probably not at ALL a comfortable regard to be under, without any sign of what she's thinking about this.

It stretches on, and on, and the pleasant evening air might seem a little less pleasant, a little colder, even without any actual changes in it, until finally..]

This is not where you belong.

[Her gaze shifts, to the once more smooth lake's surface, brow furrowing.]

I will allow you to bring this ... organic being with you, if you wish. I have a place very suitable for organic life to live quite happily. It is a reasonable reward for what it has done for you.

[And generous, by gem standards.]