Surely no one coveted Serenica now as she was puking her guts out. The taste of bile just wouldn't go away, and each retch hurted her muscles more than the last one.
Gadfly had left her alone, but soon a hand appeared in her line of sight, one that was as dark as it was soft, sliding its fingers on the back of her neck.
"You need to wisen up," Myorka whispered to her. "The men will think you're insane, or worse, weak."
"But I am weak," Serenica lamented and wiped her mouth.
"Shut your mouth, I will get you something that helps," the bookkeeper said, stroking Serenica's hair.
Shutting her mouth was easier said than done. She managed to stop vomiting once she had thrown up everything, though, and she followed her friend to the captain's cabin.
Myorka loaded something into a tiny pipe and gave it to her. "This stuff is used for morning sickness. I always give it to new men."
