Amelia was so quiet, Minali had to wonder if she was embarrassed about suddenly bursting into song. It was... it was a thing that made Minali like her. Like her earnestly and not just her beauty. Of course that wasn't the best state of things but there it was. If Amanda wanted to sing looking at the sky and the clouds and the sails filled with the wind, then Minali liked her. She was glad when Amelia spoke finally because feeling fond of the girl was absolutely a terrible idea.<br/><br/>When Amelia brought up her ransom though it made her blink a few times. She had figured to sort that with the prince, but here the girl was ready to discuss it. She was brave, taking that responsibility for her life into her hands and not waiting on her prince to save her. Warning Minali of what to expect. Her words made Minali's thoughts move to a new track thankfully. She caught her lower lip between her teeth and then smiled a slow smile. "Well food is always good, and things to repair the ship, but I don't know that my crew will be as happy to make the trip for that alone."<br/><br/>Her thoughts were more on exactly how hostile the man might feel about them bringing his bride. If he wasn't too insulted or angry... an island kingdom where they could dry dock? It would be amazing. Probably far to much to hope for. They'd stop at home and send a message, but maybe this would give her an idea of what to say. Olivine eyes refocused on Amelia who was looking nervous and determined and rather completely adorable. So Minali pushed off her desk and slowly crossed the room to gently brush a golden curl back into place.<br/><br/><br/>The deck was a busy place, as Minali had said even her cabin one had to be quiet for privacy as crew were working and passing by continuously. Before the breeze could blow away the letter, it was scooped up. The crewman being unable to read, of course brought the letter to Ayodele who was at the helm with Caspian. The quartermaster opened the letter curiously, leaning lightly against the wheel, Caspian reading over her shoulder. They made a pretty picture standing like that, friendly, dark and light, the reds in their clothing blending. It was the kind of picture Minali liked to reinforce, one of unity. Even without her there, it was now habit for Caspian to stay friendly and kind to Ayo, where normally his words to others were cutting sharp.