Markus was just glad Morgan showed up when he was still under the covers. Not that he had anything stiff to show, after two times on the cot. The captain took the sheet covering him and wrapped it around his waist like a kilt, or the bottom half of a robe. 

"That's enough." Markus said, his face now once again the mask of determination that brooked no argument. 

"But-" Morgan started, eyeing the woman and switching his eyes back to Markus, unsure of what was transpiring. Emmaline crossed her arms over her chest and gave Morgan a look that she likely thought was befitting a captain's woman. It almost made Markus snort. Oddly, he found her strange personality kind of cute, after her 'healing.' Of course, he still needed to get out of her who she really was, but at the moment she was on his good side and bed mate. 

"I said 'enough'" Markus replied. "She saved my life and the crew's lives, and she's been a a fair prisoner all things considered. I don't care what happened earlier, she's to be shown at least some respect, as long as she gives it back." The last remark was said with a smirk, though it was that moment he almost fell back over. The healing and the...rest of it had him positively exhausted. Morgan looked worried, but Markus knew he'd feel right as rain tomorrow. "How's the storm, Morgan?" 

"Just a light summer storm, lad." He said, sobering up. "First of the season, nothing to worry about."

"How many days until Sartosa?" 

"It would have been three. But now five with the repairs." He replied, scratching his beard. Markus fell his ass down on the bed time on purpose, now. He reached for a jug of water and impressively downed the entire contents in a matter of seconds. He also felt positively famished.

"Make it four."