Ignia was eyeing the man in front of her suspiciously. His assistance with the ropes had been unnecessary, but she supposed it was also helpful. However, despite that, she recognize him as the one with the dangerous smirk. It didn't help that he was practically flaunting his money with the silly outfit he was wearing. All things considered, she found herself in a position she'd never been in before. Now, she'd seen flaunting nobles, and she'd seen nice guys, but never before had they been one in the same. His motives were questionable, but she did not have the luxury of questioning those above her. There was a twinge inside her as Ignia thought this, something that told her it was wrong that she could not do as she wished, something that said she should be free to say whatever she wanted. It was over quickly.

"Thank you," she said instead, quietly. While Nëis might have looked threatening and distant, he also could not be considered that far above her. According to society's rules that was. This man was another story altogether. He was the kind of man who could buy her ten times over and then use her as he wished. This was something she couldn't ignore. On this ship, she was as free as she'd ever be, but that didn't mean much. Ignia still had to conform to what was expected of her, especially in the presence of someone like this. "I am Ignia. It's a pleasure to meet you. If you ever need assistance, you can always come find me. Thank you very much for helping me with such a task."

Her eyes found the waves once more, and silently, Ignia wished for night to come. She wished that everyone could be asleep, and she could actually do what she wished. When the sun sank, and the moon rose, and everyone was off in the world of dreams... that was when she was truly free.