Wrema looks up at the glitter of sunlight off those domes, eyes wide, breath drawn in because it's so . . . there's so much color, and light, and it's all so new and beautiful.

Sucasa, meanwhile, twists around to look behind them, where the Bothan has left the riverbank and his fishing line, and gone off somewhere else. She turns back around to face forward, taking a small step closer to Hera.

Just in case.

"Is everything there so big?" Wrema asks, feeling more nervous than she'd like to admit to.