"Good." Caroline demurred, not having the energy to truly consider his words. She would think on them, his facial expressions, all of it later when she had had some rest. Gotten her mind back together and her feet on the ground, so to speak.

Caroline's first insist was to protest, which she did, "Cruises aren't all bad-" But then the memories swirled around her and she had to hastily amend, "When you trust the captain." She'd learned what had happened, or the best that could be pieced together and as far as she was concerned she'd never go on a boat again where she didn't know the captain. How fortunate for her that she knew two personally and trusted the ones in her father's fleet that she had grown up with.

"But truly, I am glad that she is alright." And then, although she knew she ought not to have, she looked at him, "And you? Are you alright?" There was no need to affect concern, indeed Caroline rather thought that she should try harder to mask it. But she wouldn't - couldn't and so it was there plain on her face as the sunburn and chapped lips.