The congregation on the deck is anything but silent - people milling about and hands briefly against her arms, her shoulders in acknowledgment, saying goodbye and calling her the Lady Star and she realizes - with some dim sort of something - just how quiet it is going to be.

A laugh and she stands a bit closer, still not quite touching.

"I'm going to miss this," she murmurs, not certain whether or not she wants him to hear. "As odd as it sounds."