The boat rocked back and forth in the nasty storm they had been caught in - and while Azier knew at the back of his mind that Azrianna and Amyra's work would hold fast, that didn't help at all with the real fear he had about it all coming undone.
One shipwreck had been enough for his lifetime. It was hard for him to maintain control of his anxiety until he heard the familiar footsteps scurry into the entrance between his room, and then let herself into his main cabin.
"Is everything okay?" He worried as he sat up from his bed and frowned.
"No..well.. Yes, but no..." Yrsula answered timidly and kept her wet blanket wrapped around her still.
"I gather that the ship is fine, and you are not - yes?" Azier mused out and slowly got out of bed as the ship rocked back and forth in the storm.
"...It's not that..." she lied, and he knew it as her eyes avoided his and drew around the room instead.
