"All I am is on shift or asleep." Khadri folded his arms and legs at the thigh, staying put. "If you need to sleep, go. I just... I need to think for a bit." He almost immediately broke his pose, reaching down to adjust where the canvas overskirt dug into the tender scar tissue on his outer thigh. "I've gotten myself into a bigger mess than I thought I would have initially and... if you don't want to come along for the ride, tell me now. Tell me before I completely come to rely on you." Khadri wrapped his fingers around his nearly empty teacup, further deepening his immovability. He pointedly stared off the side of the ship at the crystal sphere far in the distance, its gemstones glittering in the starlight. He had once believed them to be stars as well, much like the one Toril had revolved around. How times had changed.