Strangely enough, the ferry ride was an unexpected turn of events, one which the cloaked knight delighted in with a reenactment of a scene they'd only read of. A salty sea breeze of the bay, and waves rolling and crashing against the hull of the repurposed cargo vessel in time to the billowing of the figure's cloak with the periodic gusts. They'd even propped a foot up on their pack for added dramatics, one hand resting on the hilt of a sheathed sword of sorts while the other cradled their helmet under their arm.
Picturesque poise betrayed the stiff knees of standing in such a pose for hours and stinging eyes from the spray off the bow. Still, it was preferable to being below deck as the stink of the rest of the unwashed crew and whatever word for the evil that spilled out of a particular room was had driven them topside.

And so, Kaitra had spent as much time as they could airing out, afraid the stench would unbecomingly cling to them. It was this thought process that brought them to splurge a bit after taking up a room at the local seaside in shortly after arriving at port.
Stiff knees and foul humors melted away in the suds of a hot bath, though food would unfortunately have to wait as the knight had rationed out their funds to pay through the week and as such, they would starve cleanly rather than growing fat as a hog in its own squalor. Ideally, the town and its troubles would provide enough thankful coin for this dilemma to sit far in the back of the bubble-obscured individual who sighed as the thought had actually begun to spoil the gentle moment of reprieve.
Thoughts always had a habit of getting in the way of silence; partially why the knight hadn't been cut out for serving the church. Scented candles and starlight usually served as a backdrop to the ritual, though a view of a foreign sea would have to suffice.

A fluffy white fox lounged on the bed, making small 'murph' sounds as she stared at her companion taking their sweet in the tub, and then its eyes lazily watching them cross the room and back as they got dry and dressed. The shine of the metal the illustrious armor held twinkled in its eyes and it perked up with a yawn before leaping onto the knight's outstretched arm and climbing up to roost back on their shoulders.
[color=a187be]"Right zehn...shall we do good?"[/color] the knight's light voice chirped, turning their head to almost boop noses with the fox who sighed out a long disinterested whine.
Kaitra frowned with a slight undertone of perplexity. She wouldn't presume to understand the animal, though had hoped for a response maybe a tiny bit more reassuring than it griping like a child. [color=a187be]"I vill find food for us both, do not vorry yourself, Keepa..."[/color] she sighed, eliciting a small wag of the tail at the mention of food.

Sliding a helmet on so simply, clasping the buckle under their chin and flipping down the visor and 'Ahnciel' stepped out of 'his' room after giving a mirror double finger-guns and softly cooing [color=8882be]"Noblesse oblige~"[/color] in as convincingly of a masculine voice as they had practiced.