"It's fine," Ulla tells him, dry humor momentarily overriding exhaustion. "I don't mind. And I'd rather you safely in here than out in that mess, but once the seas calm I'm going to ask you again if you'd like a larger cabin."

She offered a cabin change on day one, but perhaps he'll take her up on it this time.

"Let me see your arm, please. Whatever this is has me weaker than usual, but that doesn't look too bad. It would be a sorry state of affairs if I couldn't do something about it."