"It is understandable." This was not what he had envisioned for them on this journey; he had pictured them together, standing upon the upper deck and enjoying the setting sun. Had seen them taking in the cool, crisp ocean air and the clear blue waters and everything that could be found both above and below.

Instead she had spent most of their travels locked away and miserable and it was impossible to stop the surge of guilt he felt for having brought her at all, especially if she had been unwell before they had even set off.

Should they turn back? If she were ill she may very well be in need of a doctor's hand. At the very least there might be something that could be done for her symptoms until the sickness had passed. There would be nothing and no one once they arrived at their destination, and despite only being a day out, perhaps it would be best to simply keep that adventure for another time.

But her words and actions bring him out of his contemplations, watching in mild surprise and confusion as she pushed the mug away, face scruched up as if she had just smelled something terrible. He was completely certain he had brewed it correctly, had added a few drops of honey for sweetness until it was perfect. Lifting the cup to his face, he inhaled deeply, the aroma soothing and pleasant.

It was rather odd, he had never seen someone react to the remedy in such a manner. Normally it was more than welcomed and drank quickly. And she had always seemed so fond of it in the past.

"What a strange illneas. I did not think I would see the day when you would turn away tea." It's slightly teasing, an attempt to lighten the mood and perhaps make her feel a little better. "There may be some ginger on board. Or I can have some soup prepared. Perhaps you will feel better for eating something."