A walk on the deck was a welcome break from the foul odors of sickness for Serenica. She marinated herself in the fresh sea air, while walking hand in hand with her new friend.
"You must have plenty of suitors," the bookkeeper said out of nowhere.
"Huh?" Serenica turned her head, but her long hair got on the way. She liked to keep it untied, since it was a way of appearing more feminine without actually doing anything actively, but it was a bother at times.
"Look at you," Myorka said, smiling. "You're the freshest thing after those waves."
