Phil had not explained her full plan yet to Lysander; mostly because she was still working it out herself. He needn’t have worried that she was going to go charging in though. While she did rather like a grand entrance, she also benefitted most from the element of surprise. She never would have gotten through life as successfully as she had if she hadn’t been… well… sneaky; like any good rogue. She was used to always being on her toes and always watching her back. She wouldn’t do herself any favors rushing in for some full frontal attack.

And if she was being honest with herself, the ship wasn’t so much a necessity as it was something she wanted. Maybe it was vindictive of her, but she felt she was owed something, when all was said and done, for her pain and suffering. One of his ships scheduled into port was just too good an opportunity to pass up she figured. Once it got her, she figured she would case out the situation… the way of things on the ship. It could very well be that the men on board were unhappy with their lot, in which case she might be able to stir up some mutiny. That would certainly be the easiest way because if she managed to get control over the ship, she might very well have herself a crew. If they were from the Duke’s lands, they may very well have sisters and even sweethearts who had suffered at Kristolf’s hands, which could make them right sympathetic to her plight.

Anyway, Lysander would find that he was not so fortunate in returning to bed without waking her. He wouldn’t even make it back inside. She was all too easily roused from sleep; especially since her inner clock still operated on a traditional naval watch schedule. So, that kiss to her forehead had been enough to do it. She had tried to lay a-bed for a while after he left, but the longer he was gone, the more she worried and the less likely she was to be able to get back to sleep. So, she’d snuck downstairs and had eventually found him out in that preferred space of his. She didn’t interrupt him, and when it became clear that he was winding down, she’d slunk back inside where she waited. By the time he came up the stairs, she was leaning against the doorframe of their room, an eyebrow arched. “Trouble sleeping then?” Way to state the obvious, Girl. She muttered to herself.

“You can talk to me, y’know, if you’re having doubts… about the plans… or… or us or anything. I certainly wouldn’t blame you as I know I’ve not been rather forthcoming about the plans—half baked as they currently are in my head. And well, I wouldn’t blame you at all if you were beginning to think that I’m not worth all this trouble. Maybe once I get this all sorted and things’ll calm down. I could settle in and become just a peaceful merchant or something, carrying cargo from one place to another in my ship. No more running or constantly looking over my shoulder…” Her eyes had closed for a moment as she thought on that, a slight smile curving her mouth before she was looking at him again; her own worries plain enough. “Either way, though, you’ve given me the courage to face this thing… to start living instead of just surviving. I… I just thought you should know that.” And with all of that said, she would push open the door and let him step inside, knowing how exhausted he must be. She, on the other hand, was very much awake, but that was okay. She really needed to sit down and make out her actual plans. Maybe then, they would both feel better about this whole thing.