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In a room? With the captain’s woman? And she’s gonna touch your hands? 😳
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Panel 1 [Adelaide is sitting at the dining table below, a handkerchief over her nose and a medicine chest open before her. In the background, Josué sheepishly comes down the aft stairs, knocking on the wall to alert her]
Panel 3 [Adelaide looks over her shoulder at him and lowers the handkerchief slightly, cringing.]
ADELAIDE:
Pardon me. It’s… an infernal smell. My husband was right about it getting into everything.
Panel 4 [Josué awkwardly shows her his injured hands]
JOSUÉ:
Er...Uh...Second mate said you could help with this?
Panel 4 [Adelaide leans forward to look at the rope burn across his palms, frowning slightly as Josué continues to look uncomfortable.]
ADELAIDE:
Oh, that looks incredibly painful. Yes, this is blood I can deal with. Please sit.
Panel 3 [Adelaide looks over her shoulder at him and lowers the handkerchief slightly, cringing.]
ADELAIDE:
Pardon me. It’s… an infernal smell. My husband was right about it getting into everything.
Panel 4 [Josué awkwardly shows her his injured hands]
JOSUÉ:
Er...Uh...Second mate said you could help with this?
Panel 4 [Adelaide leans forward to look at the rope burn across his palms, frowning slightly as Josué continues to look uncomfortable.]
ADELAIDE:
Oh, that looks incredibly painful. Yes, this is blood I can deal with. Please sit.
I am so low-key hoping this turns a bit saucy. Nothing too improper. Just, y’know, some tension XD
He wouldn’t DARE…but he’ll still file it away for imagination fodder.