"That is none of your business, elf..." Goraidh said, eyes shifting from one side to another as they make their way below deck, "What I do on this ship and what I plan on doing on this ship is my business alone." He then sighed, turning his head for the time being to look back at her. "... though I suppose you wouldn't know what I'm talking about anyway. Look, just make sure I get some decent--...!" Suddenly, the young man froze on the spot, his head suddenly aching for one fast moment. He knew this feeling... but why would it happen now? One of his armored hands venture upwards, softly brushing between his eyes before his eyes darted quickly towards the elf with him. No - it wasn't radiating at all from this one. Noticing that he had suddenly went silent and looking suspicious the whole time in front of Cirnelle, however, he quickly cleared his throat before continuing on his way. "... it's not far from here; come on."