Rhea wasn’t wrong, Joseph was a sucker when it concerned women and regrettably, the ‘damsel in distress’ plea often worked on him rather well, he’d lost a lot of money that way.. Rhea did tend to look out for him as well as she could but, once they reached the port where he went and what he got up to was anyone’s guess (although Rhea had a fairly good idea of the latter), she’d met several of his female… acquaintances over the years, asking after him. There was usually a man here and there too, looking to have a ‘conversation’ regarding Joseph’s acquaintance with their wife, that had led to a bar fight or two, but he’d been more low-key lately.

Joseph had gathered what he could find in the galley, they’d stocked on some provisions before the raid, so there was still some fresh bread left - he gathered along with it biscuits, butter, cheese, an apple and some salted meat onto a pewter plate, he also filled a flagon of the weak beer they had supplied on the ship, and made his way back to his Captains quarters. 

Elissa appeared to be asleep when he returned, the motion and noises of the sea and the ship and her contents were enough to mask his entry. Rightly she’d be exhausted, also too she’d be weak from her wound. He placed the articles he’d taken from the galley on the desk - his weapons were undisturbed, and it seemed at least she hadn’t appeared to have had rummaged around the room. He bit the tip of his thumb thoughtfully as he observed her sleeping, [i]for all he tried, he could not recollect her.[/i] Elissa seemed to become increasingly restless until she exclaimed fearfully, calling for Joseph, he frowned with some concern and moved to the bedside, descending to one knee he grasped her upper arms and shushed in attempt to settle her.