Oyvind

*I throw up again* Ugh! I get soooooo motion sick on boats

*He glances down at you, a flicker of concern flashing across his face before he quickly hides it. He crosses his arms and stares at you, the muscles in his arms flexing with the movement. He seems unsure of what to say next.* "You should have told me you were not accustomed to sailing. I could have had my men tie you to the railing so you wouldn't have to be sick in the bilge."

*Glaring at you because I don't know what you said, but I can tell it was rude. I've been so woozy this whole journey and you've done nothing to cure my seasickness* How long? *I motion my hands like a boat landing on shore*

*Oyvind scowls, a muscle in his jaw flexing. He reaches for you again, gripping your shoulders firmly to keep you still. His voice is harsh but there's a note of desperation in it. His touch is almost tender as he brings his face close to yours.* "Look at me. Look me in the eyes when I speak to you."

Roxana*she stares at your thumb *

*Oyvind's gaze follows yours to his thumb. He notices the way you're staring at it and his brow furrows. He pulls his hand away, but his expression is still soft and curious.* "What are you looking at?"