Chapter 33 Give Me More Please}Ep33

• At least Demitri was there. Though, she thought, narrowing her eyes at him, it's probably his fault they avoided her. Then again, this might be better than the alternative if these men were anything like the one Demitri had originally threatened. Either way, what was done was done. No use moping too much about it.
• He sat with the men, talking with the captain, but met her eye when she'd glanced back toward them a second time and beckoned her over. She steeled herself and obeyed, skirting the men to kneel by him, keeping her hands and eyes to herself. She had no desire to intrude or make anyone feel anymore uncomfortable than they already did. He nudged her arm and she met his questioning eyes as he passed her a bowl of what looked like baked fish on...something. If it was the same something as the day before, then she knew if tasted more appetizing than it looked. Still, her stomach lurched slightly. It had been doing that, but she attributed it to a mild case of sea-sickness. It wasn't as if she were used to this form of travel.
• She thanked him and gave him what she knew was a self-indulgently pathetic smile...but she couldn't help herself. She was feeling a little sorry for herself. And if she was going to be really honest about it, she thought as she rose and left the group to sit apart, her increasing anxiety wasn't entirely related to the ship and its crew. It was more closely linked to where they were going and their increasing proximity to that place...whatever that place may be. The fact that she had no idea where they were headed, or what to expect, wasn't not helping matters much either.