The sun isn't high enough to make us squint yet, she muttered. We can talk more privately in the cabin. Her eyes followed his thumb down, and when it flattened on the ant, she flinched. He had no right to make a joke of that.
For one thing, he was forced to stand hunched over, even between the roof beams, or whatever they were called on a ship. Unless the changes in her ran deeper than seemed possible, there almost certainly would be a next time, and more after that. Still heaving, the man barked a laugh. She sighed again.
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