"You were the first person who didn't treat me like some wild savage stow away. You had a better chance than others." Elijah had been the very first friend she had made on the ship. He had come in to her room after a particularly bad morning where she was cornered by two shipmates who felt the need to "tame" her and just barely managed to escape. Elijah had visited her afterwards with a small, nervous smile and a tray of food from dinner. There had been no snarky comments, no leery looks, nothing. Just a very simple conversation that left her feeling in better spirits then ever before. Since then, she had always come to him with to talk about her day and her problems and eventually, to gush about Jack. Guilt settled in the pit of her stomach as she realized all the times she spoke about Jack. She looked up at him and pressed a kiss to his jaw, "How were you able to deal with me?"