[b]"Mornin'"[/b] Daniel spoke in a gruff voice to the stranger, to Sage. The man looked more like an assassin than someone's eyes and ears. That alone put Daniel further on edge. [b]"Ye wanted a report on las' night."[/b] He started, looking only at Avery but being mindful of the presence behind her. [b]"I tended t' th' crew, they be fine. Bane seemed t' favour 'is shoulder bu' i' looks like i' 'as done a great deal o' healin already. Iris will be alright i' she minds me instructions."[/b] He listed, pausing to sift through any other patients he had failed to mention thus far. [b]"Scarlet an' Amelia be alright too. 'Ad quite the scare tha' little one but no permanent 'arm was done t' 'er."[/b] Sage seemed to be content and listening rather idlely to Daniels review of the previous night. [b]"Now I just 'ave t' check in on yerself, Cap'n. 'Owed ye sleep las' night?"[/b] ~~~ [color=f6989d][b]"That, I can do."[/b][/color] Amelia said with a shy but bright smile as she set to work. She dug in the crates located on the opposite wall beside where all of the produce was stored to gather the plates. Though each was made of simple tin, she treated them as if they were china while stacking them.