A slight smile played on her lips while she listened to Rhoynar. Then he suddenly stopped and for a brief moment Illinfer wanted to lean in a little closer to make sure she caught the words spoken next. The mood had changed so drastically that she felt her heart sink, her stomach clenching. She should remain calm and all would be well? The northern woman quickly bit her lip and looked out to the ocean, stifling a chuckle. Those were the words of the same man who a night before had almost killed a man who happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. No, she wasn’t like that. Emotional sometimes, yes, but who could blame her.

Illinfer turned back towards Rhoynar, smiling gently. „I am sure, with your guidance, we won’t run into too much trouble.“ She paused for a moment, regarding his features. Something was bothering him. She could tell by the slicht furrow in his brows. Not daring to ask she closed her eyes and leant back against the railing. Her head tilted backward, exposing her pale neck with the bruises of the past nights fight. The wind caught her raven hair and made it dance in the sunlight. It was peaceful here and she would be damned if she didn’t enjoy it!

The day passed swiftly, the winds were with them and the sun had shone down mercilessly. Evening approached as Illinfer sat down on deck, rubbing her lips with the paste she had been given. Never would she have imagined feeling so dry and thirsty aboard a ship surrounded by nothing but water. Dinner would be ready soon. From what she gathered it would consist of bread and fish jerky. The latter she didn’t favour too much, but she knew she needed to eat to keep her strength. After all, they were just at the beginning of their journey.

She looked up as she heard Rhoynars voice. Had he settled where they were going to sleep? The captain had said something of the deck, which wasn’t a very comfortable place to sleep. Rhoynar had volunteered to clear things up and get them hammocks under deck.