“Going somewhere?” Rhea’s silken voice uttered from the gloom just within the opening of the stairway just as Elissa was about to step forward within it; she would have had to allow her eyes to adjust before she spotted Rhea blocking her path. “And unescorted, too” the sailingmaster continued, “well I’d hate to see you come to any more trouble Miss… Bishop” Rhea sort of huffed, the statement wasn’t entirely sincere, but she didn’t convey it in a malevolent way either. [i]I’m surprised Joseph let her out of his sight[/i], she knew what he was like, she wondered too perhaps if Elissa would be relieved to be free from his company for a while - perhaps he sent her out? Perhaps she didn’t engage him with the enthusiasm he’d have liked? He could be a terrible flirt, and Rhea often could tell just by looking at him that his mind was working in… particular ways, his eyes gave it away. Every. Time.

Rhea bounded up the remaining steps closing the gap between Elissa and herself, perhaps a little too close for comfort - she was shorter than her, petite - she looked Elissa up and down. Elissa looked like she’d been tearful, perhaps Joseph [i]had[/i] been too much to bear, Rhea knew he’d not have harmed her but, sometimes he could be intense. “I think perhaps you should stick with me” she stated, she grasped Elissa’s upper arm to guide her away from the stairway, and towards the entry point at the opposite side that descended into the crew’s quarters.