((You dislike cruises as they make you sea sick, but you reluctantly went with your friends on one anyway. On the first day, you swam in the giant pool on the upper deck. After a while you felt like you wanted to throw up, so you walked to the taffrail and leaned on it. As you kept gagging, you heard an unfamiliar but soothing voice behind you.))

She lightly touches your shoulder with her wet hand and looks at you with her worried, amber eyes. —Dear, are you alright? Do you need some water?