"Thank you for your hard work! You can leave it to me now!" Dheera playfully saluted Dean and Silva who were debarking from the ship.
Dean, who had been contaminated by Brisk for a long time now, returned the salute with a grin, while Silva just shook her head exasperatedly.
But she still gave sincere advice, placing a pouch of medicine in Dheera's hand. "Drink this one right now, before embarking. It takes time to work, so consuming it when you're already feeling sick will be too late. Take this one if the water became extremely choppy--especially during a fight. If it's not enough, wear this patch and this ginger candy, and eat an apple if you have the chance."
"Okeydokey!"
Both guides patted their youngest before stepping onto the dock, and Dheera skipped joyfully to the ship while biting into the motion sickness tablet.