Vittorio leaned back for a second, struck by her eyes’ terrifying beauty, but he regained himself a bit and grabbed the bottle of fresh water he had next to him. She was dehydrated, badly. Her lips were chapped to the point of bleeding. He gently placed it to them and tipped it slowly. Her eyes were wide and afraid, but the thought of water, fresh, clean, salt free water, was too tempting for her to do much of anything else except drink. After a few sips, she grabbed the bottle from his hand and drank and drank and drank until there wasn’t a drop left.
“Jacques, get another.” he said
Domani stayed propped up against the railing, placing her hands at her sides. It wasn’t like she could get up and see the girl for herself anyway, at least not until her current condition. Changing back and forth too quickly could be exhausting, and the last thing she needed was to pass out naked on the deck in front of her entire crew. She didn’t have