Garrison straightened the shirt on Nathaniel's shoulders and did his best to make it accommodate him. "Sorry if it's uncomfortable." He grimaced, noting how Nathaniel seemed to dislike the cloth. "It's all I really have right now. When we get to port I'll do some searching around for something that should work better for you. A lot of my crew require specific clothing types, so I think I could find something that can fit you well."

He put a hand on Nathaniel's back to direct him forward. "Do you want to see the upper deck? We're out of orbit of the nearby star now, so you'll be able to look at it without hurting your eyes." He paused. "Ah, I'll have to figure something out..." There were no spare beds in his crew's quarters. He would have to do something, though, until he could trust the rest of the men to leave Nathaniel alone.