With no indication of emotion from Alexis, Dolphus had returned to his cabin and spent a tumultuous night. At first he had tried to sleep, but thoughts of the meeting and its flawed execution came back to haunt him. The usual bouts with regret over having ever come, but then he wouldn’t have found her, she deserves better than to have him give up, how could he not give up if he didn’t have a spine, the typical back-and-forth fluff.
Then, exhaustion had gripped its strong hand around his eyes, and Dolphus plummeted into the tumultuous dream referenced above. Every attempt at sleep beyond that point was met with dreams either more startling or more insulting to his intelligence - mostly the latter - so by the time the first streaks of blue were beginning to color the sky he was on deck, mostly standing about in a tired daze.
Only after the fifth honored dead had coughed loudly to get him to move so a large, fully-corporeal object could be carried from one location to another did Dolphus realize he was kind of in the way of the goings-on wherever he stood, so he nestled down in the corner and mouthed portions of literature he had bothered to remember in order to pass the time.
Dolphus wasn’t quite sure when Mariner had arrived to take his post. His eyes closed at one point, and he hadn’t dared actually sleep lest his overactive imagination take hold, but the golden glow of the morning hours broke upon a Dolphus with eyes so soundly shut an assumption that he was fast asleep would not be far from the truth.