Amelia was on the deck of the ship. Of course the circumstances were less than ideal, but she was excited to go to Coheed, and thankful for the opportunity Hadrian Usher had given her, indirectly, to prove her worth further. The dark haired woman saw Zarha standing near the railing of the ship. She walked over, and leaned on the railing with her forearms. After only a moment, she removed one of them to gently place a hand on Zarha's back.

"I'm sorry for what you went through, Zarha", Amelia said, sympathy in her voice. "I now understand what you were talking about when we met. Don't worry, we'll find him."

She had tried to be visible enough so Zarha wouldn't be startled when she placed a hand on her back, but the young girl still jumped. Luckily she realised quickly who was next to her. "It's not your fault, sweetheart", she told her, trying to smile a little to comfort her. "Don't let those after-thoughts make you feel like you did something wrong. We'll make sure he gets what he deserves."

Zarha was a good liar, because Amelia had not even the slightest idea that the woman had fabricated this story. If she had known, she wouldn't feel any empathy for the girl. But now, she felt for her. The poor thing had been through a lot. "That's good", she said. "Perhaps you can still reconnect years down the line, if you wish, but this seems best for now."

Amelia nodded. "Of course", she said, her arms resting on the railing again now. The only problem was that she really didn't know what else to say. Anything she could say was related to being on this ship, on their way to Coheed, and all of that had to do with the thing Zarha didn't want to talk about anymore. "Maybe it's best you try to get at least some sleep before we arrive", she said.