Othie was very quiet during the operation and even afterwards. So quiet you might've though she was asleep, but anytime you'd watch over her she seemed to be looking at her wings which hung low down her back. "They feel heavy..." Was all she really had to say about it. Hours would pass without much trouble sans a storm in the distance. The few men on deck with you say that it's likely unavoidable, so there'll be rough sea's ahead. But sure enough dawn would come and you'd be relieved of your post. The sailors ate their morning meals and before too long the ship was abuzz with activity as sailors worked to get the ship ready for the oncoming storm. Naturally, you'd be allowed a serving of breakfast as well. Nothing particularly fancy, just biscuits and gravy served with a side of boiled greens. If you were willing to put in the extra silver, you'd even get some sausage and a hunk of cheese with it. Othie didn't express any personal desire to eat, so what you'd do this morning is up to you.