Daniel paused to think before he suggested bandages and thread. He would have to get back to Avery with a list of herbs, if Scarlet hadn't already. 

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[color=f6989d][b]"Hello."[/b][/color] Amelia spoke, giving a small curtsy as she did. 

[color=f6989d][b]"Ah-... I will be back in a moment."[/b][/color] Amelia supposed that if she left the spoon available in the morning mixture then each sailor could take their share. This would be her first time making tea outside of the home and she hoped that she could make it properly still, with different supplies. 

She ventured back to the cooking area and rummaged around a bit before finding the kettle to hang over the fire. She filled it with water and kept an eye on it. While she waited for it to boil she found a small trey and a cup, slowly bringing together what she felt she should bring to serve tea. On a small wooden plate she arranged a spoon, some sugar and the loose tea leaves. She hoped that none of this would blow away... and then she thought of putting a bowl over top of it to keep the contents undisturbed. 

Rather promptly Amelia emerged from the cooking area back into the deck at which the grew was eating. It was not hard to find Sage as he had a ring of space around him. The normally friendly crew seemed to keep their distance from him. The odd behavior concerned her and made her cautious in her approach.

[color=f6989d][b]"Your tea, sir."[/b][/color] She spoke softly, hardly able to raise her voice to a regular volume. Her mother always said that her shyness with men would be what could make her an old spinster since it prevented her from catching and maintaining a man's attention. Amelia held the trey away from her body, a gesture for Sage to take it and use what he needed of it.

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Daniel felt an odd silence hang about the room. It was comfortable and trusting but at the same time unnerving. This was not a silence that he had experienced before. He felt on one had compelled to speak, to say anything, just to break the still air. He also felt as if he should take his leave, not give away more than he should. The sickening part was that he ached for a confidante, something he had denied himself for years and knew that the female captain would not be a socially wise decision. He did not want to start something he did not yet have any intention of finishing.

[b]"Ye 'ave a good crew."[/b] He slipped, giving in to breaking the still silence. He felt it now, the beginning of his downfall. He had just opened the door a sliver and knew that it wouldn't be long before the door to himself was burst wide open.