To bed

Tsan pulled her boots off, considering for a moment before she removed her skirt and tunic as well, hanging them neatly. The one area Roblin hadn't needed to take her shopping for was underthings, and she'd worn a lacy black corset with matching panties, along with simple black thigh-highs. Now she doffed the corset, leaving her topless before she carefully crawled into the hammock with Roblin. He did what he could to help, but with his size, she ended up more atop him than beside him.

For his part, he wrapped a beefy arm around the small woman, nestling her tight against him. There was a certain comfort in being surrounded by the thickly muscled figure, and Tsan quickly dozed off, worn down from the excitement of the day.

She awoke sometime during the night. The lamp had been doused, and she could hear the soft sounds of Scragg and Adeline sleeping in the other cots. Roblin snored beneath her, a steady, comfortable rumble that she found oddly soothing.

Despite herself, she felt something was wrong and began easing herself slowly from Roblin's arms. The rocking of the ship had died down, presumably as the storm had passed, and she was able to slip free of him after some effort, falling out of the hammock in the process.

Elvish reflexes being what they were, she twisted as she fell, and landed on her palms and feet near-silently. Above her, the hammock with Roblin in it swayed gently, his snores breaking only for a moment before taking up their usual cadence. The other two people in the room remained undisturbed.

Gathering her clothes, she opted to slip out of the door, closing it behind her before starting to get dressed. Before she could however, she looked up, surprised.