[Well. There's an answer. She takes a hand to her hair, hesitating there at the top of the plank. She doesn't like the idea of being talked into compliance, but she's also tired of trying to talk him into going.
She turns to head below deck. She's mostly dry from the wind blowing over her, some dampness lingering in her thick hair, but she's still uncomfortably aware of how cold to the touch she is. She heads into the the main quarters, where at least there are some blankets to line between them.]
or steps leading into the sea
She turns to head below deck. She's mostly dry from the wind blowing over her, some dampness lingering in her thick hair, but she's still uncomfortably aware of how cold to the touch she is. She heads into the the main quarters, where at least there are some blankets to line between them.]