[There's a sigh of relief as Solomon lets his weight flop a little more bonelessly with the extra space, letting his back rest against the curve between Jing Yuan's chest and the support of his arm, his head now lolled to the side against his shoulder. Mm. This feels nice.]

A fleet, even? So something that's been established... incredible.

You'd want to be more of an explorer, then? Or is there something else more important to being a Ranger than that sort of freedom?

[He can't help but think of the Rangers from Leviathan's television shows... superheroes that travelled the realms fighting for justice or some other pure sort of good in that line. He's sure Levi would have plenty to nitpick here... or maybe he'd be all starry eyed and a thousand miles a minute in his words.]