Following along with her answers he wrote her answers down with his shorthand as she mentioned name and the unsurprising answer of going one way. So far only two people had paid for a round trip and they were representatives for the Guild to confirm delivery. They were armed with several special birds that can find their way home over long distances. A horrid practice of captains taking on passengers and then once out of sight throwing them overboard in a sort of reverse mutiny. This practice is what brought about the original Blood Agreements. 

Quinton didn’t hide his excitement when the woman said she had experience with healing. While not unheard of, those with medical knowledge on a ship were rare and usually simple and brutal measures were done to save a life and less often a limb. It also made her light travel make much more sense. Instead of trading goods she was likely expecting to travel and trade her knowledge. Anyone with half a brain would gladly do a favor for promised medical help. Including the captain himself. 

“Nerves are normal. Anyone would be more concerned if you tried to fake calm in the face of the unknown.” he said when Hazel mentioned being nervous. “Should you not find your legs on the boat we have a few tricks to help forgo the nausea; however, you might have more expertise in ways of dealing with that”

When he listened to her talk about the excitement of the trip he couldn’t help but smile with a knowing look on his face. Her thrilling detail of what she was looking forward to was something he felt intimately. The first time you stood on the ship deck and watched, not felt, the wind carried the ship forward was unlike anything you could experience on land. She was on this boat with little clouds in her eyes and still saw some light shine through. 

“I will have to show you what it is like on the crows nest at some point.” He noted when he saw her get nervous after starting to ramble. He paid it no annoyance and allowed the conversation to continue. Her answer with hopes of resettling was as normal as it came and showed no red flags. Without much thought he started to rummage around for his ring when Hazel mentioned how little light they had and politely walked towards the center light along the mast. He silently thanked her as he continued to listen and look for his ring. 

Her next comment was not surprising, but in a way struck Quniton at his core. For many the opportunity to see the coast beyond their colony's stock was a romantic thought. In reality many get scared and bored with the sights and sounds of the untamed walls along the coast. The added dangers meant that being on one could spell doom after every rock. Still as a Captain he had overseen the safe passage of not just his crew and ship but his cargo and passengers as well. His sense of duty came largely from his father and mother who did just as he did, but it never seemed to surprise him that he held a station that others viewed higher.

He finally found his ring and pulled it out and placed it on his finger. “Miss  Brooks you will come to understand that while captain means I must be listened to and obeyed in times of earnest I am not above or below listening and helping.” His tone was warm as he said this. He knew she was being polite if not perhaps a little meek, but the most dangerous thing a Captain can be with Land Hopers was unapproachable. When passengers didn’t think they could voice concern or make requests they simply started to fester and that lead to far more trouble than a simple helpful gesture.  

“As for my Quartermaster, as much as he would love to continue in conversation, only I can mark this Blood Agreement with my ring.” He then pushed it down on the paper and for a moment there was a light thump of light against where the ring was pressed. The page then felt light for a moment and returned to its normal state. “Mmm normally the name lights up as well…” the captain murmured. He let it go for now. It wouldn’t be the first time magic confounded him. Though this was the first time something like this had happened. 

"Welcome aboard The Silver Wing Miss Brooks. You will find the wind carries you and your hope." This last bit of romantic words was something his mother and father would often say. "Should anything come up you may pass word to myself or through any of the crew..." At this point he paused and then made a request he knew was best to strike at early.

"Should any members of the crew need your medical attention I am sure we can strike an agreement on payment. As it is I am sure many of the passengers are already biding and requesting future favors. Let it be known if I make an urgent request it will be for the sake of the journey and not for personal gain."