Gwen flushed when they were face to face. The captain seemed overwhelmed, so she didn't try to make conversation. Rather, she took her bowl of chili with a polite thank you and followed quietly. Rather than risk the bed, she sat on the floor of Lani's quarters and ate her chili happily. Her thoughts drifted idly, playing over the rhyme. She remembered the lines, but trying to remember past that was like hitting water: painful, and all it did was run away from you. It was there, she<span style="font-style: italic">knew</span>it was there, but apparently she wasn't allowed to know about it at this juncture.<br/><br/>She put her bowl down beside herself and leaned back, closing her eyes. She was starting to get used to the motion of the boat, and it was almost soothing, in a way. She was practically being lulled to sleep, just sitting down. Of course, when she realized that, she laughed a little and got up, bringing her bowl with her. She looked at Lani, who was eyeing her harp, and said, "I'll be right back." With that, she headed back to the kitchen and set her bowl in the washing up "sink". She greeted the crew, who gave her a couple whistles and responses (she knew they were harmless), and made her way back to Lani's quarters.<br/><br/>Without thinking, she sat down on the bed and flopped back, sighing in contentment.