“There’s no ship better than the Voidhawk,” she answered for him. He smiled at her, then searched the faces of his crew. Even Rosh, grudgingly, nodded his head in agreement.
“Then stay as long as you wish, at least,” Lorren said. “We owe you a debt that will be hard to repay.”
Dexter nodded and thanked him, then let Jenna escort him back to his quarters. The bandages they had placed on him showed fresh bleeding and she changed them to be certain he had not re-injured himself. Nonetheless, Jenna proceeded to let him know what she thought of his antics.
“Hush,” he told her. “Somebody had to deal with them — leaving you and Rosh to run things, there’s no telling what would have happened! We’d probably end up in some lousy tub running for our life.”
Jenna’s scowl made him laugh, which in turn made him grimace in pain. “Go away, women, I need some rest.”
She nodded. “Stay in bed this time,” she admonished him. “That way I can punish you properly when you get better!”