[ she lets him take her hand in his own, letting him work through his thoughts. her expression softens further as he speaks the truth; he works himself into an anxious fit imagining the worst possibilities imaginable when she is out at sea. it isn't any wonder, then, how his office ended up as it did. and, really, inej supposes it was a good thing that he stalked his way out to the lid. better be be furious in private than take it out on the next poor soul who stumbled into his office.

so inej slips her hand through his arm, hugging it close against her before taking his hand again, squeezing his fingers gently. her cheek rests on his shoulder, being as close as possible while still paying mind to his leg. ]

You have saved me enough. [ a gentle reminder, her free hand running down his arm in an act of comfort. ] But you should know by now that I will always come back to land. Nothing will keep me from you, the sea or the slavers.

[ that being said: ]

You have me. [ another reminder, squeezing his arm. ] So come with me, to the country? Before the festivities begin.