And again Doxi left the woman smiling.  Always brought a smile to her own face and a warmth to her loins... her crew though was less enthusiastic.  Janmorel looked worn out, even before Doxi heard her weave her tale.  Regenerative aspect of the curse or no, if the medic said to get rest, she'd let her; the engine was not going to explode anytime soon or anything.  Indeed Theristina was sent to her post at the Matron's door, then Doxi went up on deck for the sole purpose of finding her medic, and sending him to the Matron's room if he was deemed fit to continue working.<br/><br/>From there... well, it looked like everything was back to normal, meaning she had a lot of waiting to do... probably in her cabin, looking to see what her stock of liquors was up to.  What might the Matron prefer, she'd wonder...?