[ She does not deign to sit, not yet, not until she feels more comfortable or more at ease. Charles is still a dangerous man who gets into sword fights, a man who can suffer a notable injury and still walk and assert himself. Better to have herself closer to the door if need be...at least for the moment. ]

I am unfamiliar with Pelea and its cities. Any information would be useful...but then, you say you do not often roam its cities and towns.

[ A true sailor. And a pirate, it seems, unless he's trying to have her on. Alysia laughs a little, quietly, the sound almost genuine. ]

And what role would I serve? Would you have me as your ship's doctor when I can only embroider? I cannot save a man who has lost a limb or too much blood. Would you have me as your crew's wench? You'd lose your crew in a day if you tried.

[ She'd kill them, one by one, or see them thrown overboard. The thought is almost satisfying. The smile she gives him is small but sharp. ]

I'm not running from anything or anyone.

[ At least, not in Pelea...yet. ]