As he was approaching her, she put the back of her right hand against her mouth. She sighed deeply before turning her gaze toward the handsome visage of the man. After a moment was taken to recover, her eyes did that thing that eyes do just before weeping might start, but there were no tears. She did not speak yet, but she did shake her head softly and close her eyes for just a stretch of 10 or so seconds, breathing in gulps of air.

After she was sure the bout of smell induced sickness was over, she did speak, "No... but I suppose I shall live. Thank you for asking though." She did much to avoid gazing down at the mess she had made on the surface of the sea, not wanting to look at it and end up sick again.

It wasn't the vomit that upset her, however, it was the fact that she had gotten the closure she needed but not necessarily the ending she wanted to the saga that began with Viktre and herself. He was gone and she knew that she would not see him again, and maybe it was for the best but it still hurt.

"I shouldn't have come here but I had to."