[[Sorry! Haven't been feeling the best lately and didn't get on the computer much. D:]]

Rose sighed, so he had no good explanation? No reason why he would do something so... horrible. Why had she thought that there would just be some magical reason for his actions, that would make sense and she'd be able to better understand him. Perhaps that wasn't how it worked, maybe some people were just born... not nice. Frowning, she pushed her plate away, the very sight of it making her stomach queasy. There was little she could do about her situation, but she felt the need to try and control it, even if the only control was her dislike of the captain.

Wine had done wonders to calm her, but she didn't like how friendly it had made her towards Clark, so she would have to avoid indulging in the future. She pushed herself up, the chair scrapping against the floor as she forced it back. As she stood her head seemed to spin and she gripped the table for support, waiting for it to pass. After a few seconds she took a few unsteady steps towards the bed, trying to hide the weakness in her legs and the fact that everything around her wouldn't stop moving. Good thing the cabin was small, she managed to awkwardly climb into the bed, robe and all, and pull the covers over herself. He should get the hint that she was done with their conversation.

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"Gash? Nah, lass, just a bit of bruising, probably fightin' with the men again." Gerard grumbled, shifting the best he could despite the ache in his chest. He must have been hit hard to be feeling it this bad. "No worries, I'll be fine come mornin'." He grumbled, managing to roll onto his side, which made the pain worse, but he didn't mind it so much. He was so tired, so groggy, he was sure he could sleep through anything at this point. All he knew was that there was a woman in his bed, and he couldn't do much about it now, a frustrating thought. Perhaps he did drink too much.

With something along the lines of a grunt he put his arm around Ariel, pulling her into his chest. It had hurt, burned to do so, which was strange for a bruise, but he was too tired to worry about it. It didn't take long, he buried his face into her soft hair and was soon gently snoring.