The Voyage

The ship sailed smoothly into the open sea, the coastline fading into the horizon until only a vast expanse of blue surrounded them. 

Lucien leaned against the deck railing, his gaze following a pod of fish that resembled dolphins as they swam alongside the 'Angel Amane'.

The gentle sway of the ship and the calming rhythm of the waves contrasted starkly with the purpose of their voyage.

"Hm… This could've been a fun trip if we weren't headed into battle," he murmured, glancing at Lithira beside him. 

Her face was pale, her tension palpable. Without a word, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.

"If you're not feeling well," he said softly, "why don't we head below deck? We can relax a bit before reaching the Red Sea." His voice carried a hint of suggestion, an attempt to lighten the mood.

Lithira gulped, her hands fidgeting as she stared down at the deck. "I… I don't know, Lucien," she whispered.