"Here." Clara turned to see the Captain, with a slice of lemon in her hand. "It'll help with the nausea." She told her, and Clara could see there was a lot on her mind. Clara rose the fruit to her lips, and wined a little at the sour taste, but it did help. "Thank you." She said and Robyn was about to turn away but Clara took her by the wrist. "Captain...If you want to talk."
Robyn set her jaw. " Talk about what, Clara Snow?" She asked, impatiently, but Clara wasn't phased. "You're holding something in." She said. "I can see it, Robb can see it, he won't say, but I know he sees it too."
Robyn rolled her eyes, and snatched her hand away. " It's not important." She said." But you admit there's something on your mind." She said and Robyn threw her head back with a groan." Must you...."
"You're taking me home, You gave my brother purpose again, I owe you, I want to help you as much as I can." She said and Robyn sighed. "Fine, little word faery, If you must know, I hate the cold. "She said and Clara looked at her. "I do, I hate it, I hate being cold. and I find it remarkably foolish to start our search in the one place in the whole fucking world, we know he's not." She said and Clara took a breath. "That's not it, Captain, Robb loves you, More then he could ever say, and I'm sure he says it a lot."
Robyn huffed and walked away. It was clear to Clara that, she knew all that, so there was something else, something deeper.
Clara made her way to her brother, and sighed. "Talk to her, " She told him, nodding toward the Captain and she ducked into her quarters. "There's a lot on her mind, I think you need to talk to her," She said and looked at him with a laugh, shaking her head. "She won't talk to me, not much, but if anyone she'll talk to, it'll be you." She told him, with a pat on his shoulder as she walked toward the kitchen, wondering what Randell was down there cooking and hoped he didn't spit in it.