Interacting with: [@Dark Light]
[hr]

Genevieve doesn’t speak, resting him carefully as he talks, her mind mulling over his words. In all honesty, she has thought about that portion of being a pirate. Ripping families apart, killing fathers, brothers, sons, and the like. Other things she could stomach quite well, a sick and twisted part of her that grew alongside her timid and gentleness from the cellar. 

It wasn’t until he caught her hand that she froze, her eyes darting to his own. She wasn’t anxious, for a part of her was sure that he wouldn’t harm her. She didn’t know why, she hardly knew him.
Still, muscle memory shot up to her mind and she flinched, hardly noticeable in just her face. She recovered quickly, his words drawing her back in. 

Once he is finished, she is silent for a moment, the creaking of the deck and light chatter of those above sounding much louder now before she finally break the silence, going back to carefully treating the wound on his head, one hand moving the gently tilt his head so she could see better as she speaks. 

“Why…why would you join a pirate crew if all this weighs on you so?” She asks quietly