Inej is used to being too short to see things, it's why she likes rooftops, but there aren't any of those on the ship's deck, so it's a different matter altogether now. One she knows she would have already had a solution to if she'd not been pulled to Solvunn a year ago, interrupted on her journey.

Or simply put on a new path? She's not sure. It doesn't make sense for her Saints to want her in some other world, but...?

Her face brightens at the sound of her name in familiar, friendly tones. "Kyle!" Hopefully, it isn't too much of a shock when she all but flings herself at him in a hug. She doesn't do so with just anyone, but there's something so deeply familiar-feeling to him that it's almost like finding one of her cousins for the first time in weeks or sometimes months when they got separated in Ravka. It happened a lot more than anyone liked to think about- The Saints always helped them find each other again in the end, and that's what mattered.