Now that the ferry and her crew coasted into safer waters, the recent calm allowed the ferry's crew to relax into their chores. Lanterns were to be kept lit, and passengers accounted for. The galley was revving up for Mid-Night Supper with a pre-night lunch. 

Down in the cargo hold, the offload crates were mildly damaged. Thankful the produce was not severely bruised. A few nails and pieces of scrap wood were all it took the secure the supplies.

Emery spent most of their time aiding Shey, the Waif's medic. Much of the crew on deck had suffered ruptured eardrums, though, by Atharri's grace, no one would experience any permeant hearing loss. The hull protected the passengers from the brunt of the Cephelokoi's cries. A few minor bruises and scrapes from being rocked about in their cabins were the majority of their aches.

As Emery finished shuffling off a family of young children and their guardian toward the mess deck when two crewmen deposited First rifleman Rhos on one of the narrow beds. Shey instructed Emery to prepare more herbs and swatches as she met with the crewmates that brought him in.

The Captain had been annoyed with the First Riflemen not hearing his orders before noticing the blood under Rhos's collar, then had him carted off for treatment.

Rhos' hate for medicine was notorious in the shipping yard. He admitted that the smell made him ill, and he was a nervous fidgeter. Stand him in front of a line of forest wasps, and he doesn't blink. But a needle left him faint or sour-smelling balm nauseous. Everyone has their moments.

Still, Emery inwardly thanked Atharri that Shey was on board, else she would have had to deal with his fidgeting.

His nervous tick was so terrible; Emery once recalled having to give him stitches twice after Emery removed a poisonous forest wasp barb from his leg.

He tore out the stitches midway, trying to get away from an antidote syringe.

After that, she sedated him with an unscented sedation cloth or blindfolded him. With consent.

Shey had a calm, sure air that put even those as stubborn as Rhos at ease. She had a stern tongue but gentle efficiency. 

Rhos quickly submitted to the head medics' care, wrinkling his nose the whole time.

When Shey sought after the last passenger patient, she sent Emery on her way. "Get some food before your departure, Scout, grab any rest-time you can." She thanked them for her assistance before tending to her remaining crewmen. 

Emery bowed and wasted no time to gather their things, shuffling off to the galley.