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"Mn. Okay." as he was turning, he tilted his head at Sang. "What's that?" he gestured to Sang's chest, his tattoo now revealed by the rain that had turned his clothing useless.

"It is the symbol for 'Aum'. It is a sacred amulet with many meanings, much symbolises and history. It helps to ward off spirits," he smiled faintly, an expression full of irony, "as a tattoo, it is meant to have charming power, to derive kindness and compassion from others."

Nachim couldn't help the short laugh that derived from him. "Hope it works out." he glanced at Rune. "Keep him safe."

"Of course."

Nachim turned to Rhys again, steering him away.

The subject of Nachim's uncharacteristic prudence had yet been broached. Time and place were weighed by the immortal's mood. Rhys wondered if he had come to regret his decision, but then remembered: this was Nachim.

"It seems to be working in your favor." The vampire bowed. He would not glance behind once turned, knowing the mage was in good hands.

Sang

Sang smiled faintly. "Eventually." That, too, was a century away. Why did it take the captain so long to do anything? Did being immortal pair with being in no hurry at all?

His gaze swept aside, towards the approaching captain in his rain jacket and hat. Though it flickered back towards Rhys a moment. Curious.

"We're fine. It's just a little rain." when his eyes landed on Sang, his arm swooped around Rhys' shoulders, even slightly reeled him backwards. The captain wouldn't have brought someone on board he thought a threat. But, there was still something that didn't sit right with him about the stitched up man before them. Especially when he spoke to Rhys.

"Good evening, Nachimban."

"Call me Nachim." he turned to Rhys' ear. "Are you okay?"

The answer he expected. A question asked for the sake of asking. Being the good sailor. But, a little secret was tucked behind those eyes like sea glass. He had merely wanted to hear his voice.

By now, he was accustomed to that possessive grasp. One which had, at first, been a platonic, friendly embrace. The shift had been gradual, he believed, but in this moment, there remained no room for doubt.

"Better." Briefly, his gaze dropped to his shoulder and back. "Still healing." But, that wasn't what Nachim was asking, was it? A small smile threatened the corner of his mouth.