"Mochof," Octavia murmured. There was something reverent about it, like she was soaking up the contact.

Another bit of connection.

(She wasn't sitting in Lucifer's spot by accident, either, as much as she would have liked to think so. All of Lux for her to choose from, and she chose the piano.)

"I think Lucifer knows," she continued, after a pause, "that you can only go so long without a boat."