For the first time that he's ever done it by choice, Lucifer casts out a use of Bless on Istredd. Istredd's already felt it once before, that warm, unexpected feeling on the ship when Lucifer has stumbling into the spell, so it won't be a surprise. Well. Mostly not a surprise.

Just a minute. An extra push to guide Istredd's burst of determination.

Lucifer's keeping an eye out, much the same way he'd threatened in the Horizon. That shadow at Istredd's back, ever vengeful if someone steps out of line wrong. Lucifer is not the forgiving sort.

He'll keep his hood down on the chance that someone recognizes him and approaches him instead of Istredd, but that wariness he sensed in the streets still follows them here. And it is them both, not just Lucifer.

Nott always had a different vibe than Thorne, sure. But this? It's changed just from the last time he was on these docks.

He closes the distance to Istredd again, keeping at his back but with several feet between them. The mage has moved on already to another target source, and Lucifer already knows it's a winner by the way the man's gaze shifts from Istredd, to Lucifer. "You're back."

"Hi," Lucifer says, holding up a hand, not recognizing the fisherman in the slightest.

The man focuses right back to Istredd, dismissing Lucifer. "Morain. Recompense you say?"