After about a week in the Astral Exclave, Aleck sat at the edge of a water feature's terrace and looked over the area below. The cultivator meditatively watched blocks of refined Salt glide, from wherever it was the underground deposit had been found, along a conveyance track that he felt was nothing like the train system of the continent. He'd offered to work as labor for things like that, lifting and carrying what she needed or want from point to point. But the heiress always seemed to have a tailored solution… that he was not *entirely* sure actually saved any time or effort in the short term.
'At least… she let me lift and move some of the track's sections from where they were before we got here.'
