"I am too much the Fremen to want oceans. But if it will make you happy, I will include it in my hopes."

She flashed him a small smile, uncharacteristically girlish for a jaded Reverend Mother. Now that she was alone with him for the first time in months, those feelings, the ones the Sisterhood had wanted her to have. She didn't like it, and decided to turn the conversation towards more businesslike matters.

"And the dreaming tyrant in the hold, he will need a home too." And instantly regretted it after saying it. Her look was apologetic. She knew how much remembering those deaths hurt him.