“With the ship? I… I will be fine.” He glanced towards the flap of the tent, the sun beating down on the camp. The sun. It was hot, too hot for him. But he couldn’t stay. He had to get somewhere secluded. The Merchant hesitated, eyes scanning the sunbeams.

He seemed so uncomfortable. It took her a few moments to figure out what exactly he was thinking of doing. He reminded her of a cat that was about to bolt. "Alright." No use trying to force help on someone who didn't want it.