Charles
*The comforting stroking of her back brought slight relief to the seasick woman, though her nausea didn't completely go away.*

"I need some sake..."

*Spitting out the foul tasting bile, Ling attempts to stand straight, before the rocking of the waves throws her against the railing once again. Ling's able to catch herself though; her reaction hadn't been dulled only due to sickness. After all, she wasn't going to let some simple vertigo disrupt her plans for Runra.*

"Which day is it again? I lost count."
Robert
*She would continue to stroke her back, and held her hair for a few moments later, when she saw Ling attempt to stand straight. She would shake her head a little, as she reached for a small bottle of sake she had on her, for such moments, and handed it over to her beloved.*

"Its not much, but it should least get the taste out..."

*She thought over the days of the week, silently counting for a second. She wasn't entirely sure, actually, given that she never could keep track well.*

"Uhh... I believe today is a Teusday? I think...?"
Charles
"So... What's that, another week of this hell?"

*Ling quickly unstops the top of the bottle, taking a large swig to get the taste of vomit out, replaced with the strong sense of alcohol. She then handed it back to Machi.*

"Want some? It's not contaminated, don't worry."

*A small smile can be seen on Ling's face as she stands up straight.*

"So... When we get to Runra. Do you have anything, or anyone over there?"

*Over their adventures, the pair had accumulated a large amount of wealth and nothing to spend it on. So far, it had been used for repairs, food, equipment, and drink. Ling had considered getting a magic weapon, but she didn't want to imbalance between her chokuto and wakizashi; favoring one over the other would make her fighting style odd.*
Robert
*Machi rubbed her chin, thinking for a moment, before nodding.*

"Uhhh, roughly a week sounds right?"

*The Oka replied, and would take her flask back, leaning a little, as she took a sip or two, and corked the bottle for later.*

"Thankfully sea sickness isn't contagious."

*She giggled softly, and turned towards the ocean the ship sailed to, thinking. Did she know anyone in Runra?*

"Honestly... I probably don't. I don't recall ever visiting Runra in my life, and anyone I might know form my old days as a mercenary who moved there, if anyone... Probably isn't still around."

*She admitted, with a small shrug. She turned her glance back to Ling with a small mile, and she thought about their travels thusfar, and the wealth they had acquired through their travels. Enough coin to refit her father's old armor, and to reinforce it quite a bit over all, and a bit more.*

"I know my father went on travels a lot, so maybe someone who knew him, might recognise his armor, or maybe his sword. He used to say it had a bit of a story, though he never quite told me what kind of story it had."

*She smiled softly, and then, the thought dawned on her.*

"What about you, know anyone there?"

*She asked, curiously.*
Charles
"Ugh... I guess it's from person to person..."

*As Machi mentioned the lack of contacts, Ling knew that this adventure would be similar to all the others; just the two of them. She looked off to the bleak horizon, ever present and unwavering, except for her perception, which rocked up and down.*

"Your father was that famous a mercenary? Must have been quite the man."

*Ling attempted to rack her head about anyone she knew. The only thought that came up were the others in the village, the nobles who ran it, and her 'family'.*

"No one in particular. Just my crapload of a 'family'. But I don't need them; I have you."
Robert
"Least its only another week and not more."

*She thought for a moment, looking off to the horizon as well, as she thought over how her father's status. She wasn't really sure what the situation was, truth be told, and she shrugged a little.*

"Maybe not so much famous, but, perhaps he was just that dependable, or something. He... Told stories of his life of course, but he wasn't exactly, talkative of himself, just the jobs he did, and the sort of monsters he fought along the way. But, maybe he was simply famous."

*She glanced back to Ling, as she leaned against the railing, listening as she spoke, rather lowly of her family, and her cheeks burned as Ling said she didn't need them, since she had her.*

"I... Thank you Ling. That means quite a lot to me."

*She said, with a soft smile, and her twin-tails began to wag appreciatively.*
Charles
"I wish I had a father like that. Something to be proud of. Even if he wasn't around, just wanting to be like him."

*Despite the statement, Ling smiles, reaching for one of Machi's fluffy tails and scratching it. The soft, warm fur always gave her comfort, no matter what she was thinking.*

"It's not that much, really, when you see how bad they are. Of course, I shouldn't compare you to them. It's not even close."

*The swordswoman places a tender kiss on Machi's cheek, followed by some affectionate ear scratches. She would easily sacrifice her relatives back home if it meant Machi gained a couple of pennies; that was how little they meant to her and how much significance the kemonomimi held in her life.*
Robert
*She yipped softly as she felt the affectionate touch to her tails, and she nodded listening.*

"I suppose that's fair, he was certainly something to be proud of, even if he wasn't always there. Helping others, ensuring we had enough to get by happily. And that was enough to be proud."

*She frowned a little, listening to hear how bad Ling's family had been. Of course she knew it, she remembered how she mentioned her family overall in the past, but even still...*

"It doesn't bother me, they are still family after all, but... I appreciate the thought."

*She yipped a little, as she felt the ear scratches, her leg beginning to shake instinctively, and her tails wagged faster. She wasn't really sure what to think of her beloved's poor family opinion, as she didn't have experiences with them overall. It made her realize just how lucky she was overall.*