"If you're sure..." He said, not feeling very silly at all, but he did have a smirk on his face. Of course, there could've been another explanation for her sudden unease that wasn't altogether different than the one he'd experienced just a few minutes ago. Brom knew that things weren't really going the way Niah had planned out her life, what with the suitors and such. Marriage to a rich man and being the lady of a foreign house wasn't the fate she was suited for, Brom knew that since the first time she'd scuffed her knee. Maybe this was just jitters about being back home and dealing with all of that motherly pressure to procreate.<br/><br/>Brom believed that for exactly as long as it took her to close her eyes and start really getting a sense for everything. Sometimes she did that, though not often, and it was hard to believe that it was just her way of calming her nerves. It was some sort of ritual, he knew that, some sort of personal technique for ordering her inner thoughts and feelings. There had always been something supernatural about Niah, but Brom might've been biased. While she did her thing, his own hair seemed to stand up on the backs of his arms and down his spine. When her eyes finally flew open, he was already tense.<br/><br/>Of course, he didn't quite understand that reaction. "The Enemy?" There wasn't really much time to question her about it. He was a bodyguard, it wasn't his job to question her, regardless of how long they'd known one another. Instead he just followed her up the stairs and in search for the captain at the helm, wondering just what was going on.<br/><br/>The captain was sitting behind the large wooden steering wheel, with it's lovely knobs and old-fashioned carvings. Of course, the ship had a little help when the wind wasn't cooperating, but crystal engines were too unreliable for his tastes. Had a habit of blowing up, you know, which was an especially bad thing on a boat. Captain Johern was a nice enough fellow, plump, with a bushy grey mustache, and he sat on a railing twiddling his thumbs as he watched the horizon deep in his own thoughts.