She murmurs thanks as she takes the ale, curling her hands around the mug gratefully. Her mother made sure she would be able to survive outside her prison cell, but the reality of that survival has been exhausting. None of her privileged upbringing prepared her for this.

"I am."

Lifting the mug, she sips at the ale, dark eyes watching him with interest that seems unrestrained so close. He is a curiosity, one she will have to restrain herself from trying to learn more about. Her threads of magic are what found her in this situation, she cannot pull at anymore threads if she wants to keep her fragile freedom. Her father's men will find her if word gets out that her power has been spotted.

"I'm very grateful to have found a place on your ship."