Hell, this whole ship’s got all the trimmings, and then some. The King wasn’t willing to divvy up his only two super-warships between you two, insisting on keeping one and making you two share the other. Last-minute decision, of course. Because he’s a jackass like that. Normally that would have been a cooperative disaster, but Tempest became a lot more agreeable after spending all of that post-showdown quality time with you. Y’know, both in and out of magical regenerating bath time. Turns out that half of her attitude problems were down to not getting laid a whole lot. Real shocker.