[b]"Calm yer storm Miss Shadows, the cap'n sent me t' attend t' ye."[/b] Daniel spoke with smooth confidence. Despite the dislike he held for his captain and the rules of the vessel, he was no fool to disobey. She didn't look well at all, so much for the hellfire she was to hold. He was mindful of her regardless. To hold up against his captain for so long was almost unheard of. Daniel ever so slightly let out a tired sigh, half to feign dominance to keep himself safe and the other half to express his drained state. His patience had run thin from handling the rest of the crew. Yet, it was sad to him to see anyone so broken and sickly. [b]"Yer gonna 'ave t' trust me."[/b] he said, not taking his eyes off her for a moment. While still a way he crouched down to lay out his tools and remedies. He then sat with his kit rolled out in front of him, deciding to start with a conversation. It was easier to teat someone who had a shred of trust than to force aid.

[b]"What ales ye Miss Shadows?"[/b] He asked, crossing his arms. [b]"Aside f'rm the cuts an' bruises."[/b] He wanted to know exactly what kind of illness he was dealing with here. He wanted her symptoms since it looked like a good shot of rum wasn't going to do the trick on it's own. While sitting there he thoroughly looked her over, allowing his eyes to wander. First, Daniel's eyes were caught on the colour of her hair in the lamplight. It was like that of all the ships his captain had set ablaze. Then he evaluated her face. She looked somewhat malnourished with little colour. The re were also bruises, a black eye and a few small cuts from goodness knows what. Her eyes, though tired, still held fire. Daniel's gaze began to travel down the rest of her body, noting her curvy structure as well as any abrasions or tender areas form the way she had positioned herself. He meant no disrespect but rather evaluated her with a professional manner sprinkled with noted attributes.