Minali gave Amelia a crooked smile as her own fire faded. She didn't like the frightened look much, this discussion made her ill with memory. She released Amelia, then cupped her cheek for a moment with one hand, the touch almost tender, "I do not promise this will be kind or easy for you, but I will keep you safe." Stepping back after that statement she wandered back to her desk and leaned against it again. Once there she added, "I'll make Caspian return your things to you. I'm sure he simply took them to torment you." Another flicker of a smile, as if she found the behavior amusing. As she had said, it would not be easy. This was a ship of pirates, not a palace.<br/><br/>"Now. Will you dress for dinner?" A dark eyebrow arched, and Minali gestured to the pile of Amelia's things. "As I said, we will celebrate. I understand if you are still too sick at sea to eat, but you will join us." After asking if Amelia would dress, the remaining words were not questions, they were orders. Amelia would join them, dressed or not. Sick or not. She shifted from her spot, as if too restless to remain in one position long, and opened the bench to take out a wash bowl. She settled it on the desk as Amelia's things were on the table. Next she took a silver vessel and poured water into the basin. "Here, you can wash if you wish."<br/><br/>Then she turned to consider the storage in her cabin and after a moment decided, "I'll have Caspian bring a chest for you to stow your things in." A slow smile spread over her face and she added, "I'm afraid I'm a bit of a hoarder and I don't have space for guests saved." This time though, she waited for Amelia to make herself ready.