Minali sighed softly when Amelia kept crying. She didn't want to think about the last time she'd had someone cry on her. Generally Minali refused to indulge in being hopeless. There was always something to be done. So she distracted herself from her own memories with the sensations of her captive in her arms. The wiggling as she clung to her towel make her smile. At least if the girl was concerned with modesty, she was recovering.<br/><br/>When Amelia finally pulled away, there was a look of regret on Minali's face for a moment before she smiled slightly. "Perhaps if you give up on the corset." Turning, she moved lightly to recover her shirt. The muscles rippled smoothly under her skin as she pulled it over her head. Moving back toward her bed, she stopped and looked consideringly at her boots. After a few seconds she slipped one foot and then the other into the brown leather, stomping each foot slightly to push her foot into the boot.<br/><br/>"Stay in here. I'll come and get you when dinner is ready. You saw where the water is?" She gestured to the bench that opened and then turned to open the door of her cabin. Amelia had all of her things, except those Caspian had snicked from her, no doubt to bother her. Minali was unconcerned if Amelia chose to look at what she had in there. Maybe a chance to rest would let Amelia regain her composure. She could see how Caspian and the quartermaster had settled things and take a turn at the helm until dinner. Having had a beautiful woman in her room was making her feel too... energetic.