[ Nami hadn't anticipated the sheer, unabashed devotion Hua Cheng speaks of, and while she keeps perfectly still, she's moved by the things he says. Devotion is what guided most of her youth, the belief that if she could just get enough money together, she'd be able to free her village and make the years of solitary pain worth it.

Because I could never dream of standing at his side if I couldn't protect him– the words weigh on her heart, resonating with her, pushing awkward ideas she does her best not to think about up from the back of her brain. She'd do anything for her crew, but there's only one person who makes her want to be better in the way she imagines Hua Cheng must have before becoming the powerful force she imagines he is now. It makes her thoughtful in a way she wasn't prepared to be. ]

Sounds like you know how to be a good husband.

[ Without moving her head, her eyes fall to the sketchbook he's been working in, distracting herself by trying to picture the drawing on the other side. ]

I would've brought my flask if I knew we were gonna talk about stuff like this. [ She laughs quietly, but not dismissively, her gaze lifting back to his face, trying to wrap her head around what it must be like, knowing you were going to die and somehow using that to some advantage. ] Okay, your turn. What can I tell you about me? [ Nami wouldn't offer if she didn't trust him, wouldn't be so keen on keeping things even as far as openness went, if she didn't respect him. ]