[center][color=pink][h2]Rosalia Flos[/h2][/color][/center]
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Docking at the island had come as a relief to the young woman; try as she might to like it, being on a ship simply didn't sit well with her. Perhaps she just had a weak constitution due to never having traveled by sea before, but after she had to spend one or two days curled up on her cot due to nausea, Rosalia was grateful for this short reprieve. She found it rather embarrassing to discover such a weakness in herself, but at the same time, she knew that there wasn't much that she could do about it besides cope.

Unless, of course, there was something that she could seek out while they were here to help with those days where the waves were particularly rough. Some ginger root, perhaps? She had heard that using them in a tea could potentially combat seasickness, and considering that it could be a while until they made their next destination, it seemed wise to take advantage of their current stop.

She had emerged from her cabin ready to go, and had made her way about halfway across the deck when she caught side of a familiar figure standing off to the side. That was...the cleric who had joined them, wasn't it? She stood there for a moment, trying to put a name to that face, but realized within seconds that she had no recollection of the other woman's name whatsoever. That aside though...was she alright? Although it was difficult to tell from where she presently stood, Rosalia wondered if something may have been troubling her.

In an instant, her plan to head ashore was dashed from her mind as Rosalia moved to stand alongside Keerin. Leaning her arms against the ship's railings, she cocked her head to the side. [color=pink]"Hello there. Are you...are you quite alright?"[/color]

[@PaulHaynek]