( Wrath continues to draw her away from the plank and the sides of the boat, heading downward where she is not in danger of flinging herself off once more. The sea has too many dangers, and it clearly calls to her- He will not sleep again, will not lie in the cot and wait.
No, he is here with her, holding her tightly to his chest without letting go. He won't let go. He has missed this closeness. Their last trip stole it from them (not for nearly as long as before), but now they can be wrapped up in one another again.
He moves down and then stops when they have a quiet spot beneath the deck with the lights lit nearby. He sinks into a seat, lifting his hand up against the side of her face and then into her hair. Wrath nods in confirmation as an ache spreads out through his ribcage both painfully and powerfully. )
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No, he is here with her, holding her tightly to his chest without letting go. He won't let go. He has missed this closeness. Their last trip stole it from them (not for nearly as long as before), but now they can be wrapped up in one another again.
He moves down and then stops when they have a quiet spot beneath the deck with the lights lit nearby. He sinks into a seat, lifting his hand up against the side of her face and then into her hair. Wrath nods in confirmation as an ache spreads out through his ribcage both painfully and powerfully. )
It was not.
( His voice is soft but carries )
A trick of the sea.