In the skies north of the Floating City, on the small deck by the staggered section at the bow of the Floating Ship, the crowd from earlier was gone. Only Allen and Long-Eye were accompanying the Prime Minister's family; the others had mostly stayed inside the cabin because of their severe teleportation sickness, avoiding making things awkward for one another.
The Prime Minister pressed a hand to his chest. That churning, suffocating feeling left him unable to control his bearing, and he barely managed to preserve a prime minister's dignity as he took the anti-teleportation-sickness potion Long-Eye handed him.
The Prime Minister's wife, who showed no unpleasant symptoms, was patting their son Ewan on the back. Though he was the youngest, his reaction was the worst; he was bent over the gunwale, throwing up, causing the nearby rubbish bins to bustle about as if tap-dancing, yet unable to catch anything. Their discomfort left them no time to marvel at the sight they had just seen inside the cabin—the interior of this Floating Ship looked far larger than it did from the outside, and it even had an internal elevator installed...
After the potion eased the unpleasant symptoms somewhat, the Muggle Prime Minister came back to himself and found that his vomiting son and the wife caring for him had both gone slack with astonishment. Following the mother and son's gazes, he looked around, and he too was shaken by the scenery before him. The discomfort from moments ago seemed to have been thrown to the back of his mind.
They were now hovering in the air not far from the Floating City. Looking down at the Floating City from the Floating Ship, they could see the ground and the distant edges clearly enough that the Prime Minister even felt as