Barnacle was in his rooms, ready to come on their trip, but maybe his budget would stretch to some little extras. He could make sure the undergarments were the softest he could find—they’d be gentle on her tender skin. Medicinal salts for her bath would help, too. Fruit, nuts, cake to help her regain energy. He also had the book—the dragon one he’d bought in Nassau. Yes, that was the kind of thing Vee would appreciate. Sweet-smelling oils would be a kindness—a pointless luxury, but one that, hopefully, would say… would say he cared.
