My door flung wide open as Dee and Quint burst into my room, ready to save me from whatever trouble they imagined waited inside. However, all they found was me leaning against my now-righted chair as I rubbed my sore neck and Danae sitting on the floor, holstering her pistol. As the ship captain rose to her feet, she didn’t show much concern for the greatsword Dee thrusted to within a few inches of her throat.
“Are you okay?” Quint asked as he stepped between Danae and myself. He checked me over for wounds but I furiously waved him off.
“Yes, I’m fine,” I insisted.
“We were just having a discussion,” Danae offered as she casually retrieved her belt and scabbard that had fallen to the floor during the scuffle. She flashed Dee a friendly smile while fastening the buckle on her waist.