A soft smile flittered over his features at her kiss, returning it in kind, once, twice in quick succession. A deep exhale finally releases from his lungs, as if he's been unknowingly holding onto the breath the entire time. As relieving as it was to know what was making her ill, the answer brought no actual comfort, only a boiling pit of nerves and excitement.

"I am still sorry." He was the one who had the bright idea to drag her out into the middle of the ocean on some wild goose chase, despite the fact that he couldn't possibly have known. "Although I am not surprised it is giving you such trouble. Kenways are known to be difficult."