Not that I've been avoiding you... (Aboard ship, 5/19 - Serenna, Galeazzo)

[Serenna Ashpool]

Unsettled was the perfect word for how Serenna felt. She was six days away from her family and she felt the loss like a cord being pulled taut, ready to snap. Never did she think she would ache the way she did for the loss of them, and never did she think that she would be so frightened by change.

Right now, in order to settle her stomach, though she'd had no real trouble aboard the ship, she ventured down into the galley to fetch an apple or a piece of bread. She was hungry and it would be a while yet before any meal.

She'd done a grand job of being a ghost. She had avoided the others as much as possible, especially her soon to be father in law. The man frightened her, simply because she had no idea of how to deal with him, truthfully. If his son was anything like he was, she was damned before she started.

The wig she wore itched, uncomfortable as all hell, and she had avoided wearing it as much as she could. She had feigned worse sickness than she felt, so unfortunately it led to her not receiving the best of meals for fear of upsetting her stomach. Right now, though, since she was moving about, she kept the wig on and she reached up to itch at one of the pins as she sighed. Stepping around the corner and into the galley, she froze as a dark shape came into view in front of her.

Her eyes went wide and she froze. Damn.

[Galeazzo]

Galeazzo caught sight of a rather elusive figure as he turned a corner. Ah, so she did exist. He'd been teasing his squire that perhaps the servants had forgotten to pack her, or had put her in the hold on accident.

He smiled as he approached Serenna, and gave a faint bow. "Lady Serenna, you are looking well today- has the sea begun to better agree with you?"

[Serenna Ashpool]

Serenna took a deep breath, stiffening as Lord Sanseverino bowed to her. She fought back the blush that wanted to paint her cheeks at being caught in her lie and she nodded.

"Yes. I find myself with a surprising appetite, Lord Sanseverino. If you don't mind..." she moved around the table slowly, casting her gaze down to look for a piece of fruit or bread, anything that didn't require her to have an actual conversation, especially since she had no idea what to say.

But her father's words caught her. She couldn't show fear. Raising her gaze, she summoned as much calm as she could muster and she managed a small tight smile.

"I thank you for your concern, my Lord. It is very generous of you."

[Galeazzo]

"Not at all," he said with another smile. "You are my son's intended- I would be a poor goodfather if I did not worry about your welfare." He watched her movements with some interest. Was she always so uncomfortable in company?

"I know with the speed we're sailing it has made for a rougher journey than usual. Is there anything else that might help you with the trials of the sea?"

[Serenna Ashpool]

"I do not think you are a poor goodfather, my lord." She managed another small smile as she reached for a summer apple and took a small bite from it. She wondered then, if it was appropriate, and she swallowed thickly.

"I am well. It is nothing that rest will not cure. Boats are fine, fast boats, however, do not sit well with me." She fidgeted a little, glancing down. She was bulloxing this up, wasn't she?