Mariner turned away from the Northern Ships, and caught sight of the storm. His shoulders fell. He looked defeated.
He felt lost, he knew he’d been reckless in the fighting he should have noticed this sooner. He should have been able to prevent this. His mind began to spiral, sucked in by his own self loathing. He knew he’d be worse than useless soon. Desperately he flung his attention elsewhere, seeking something he could cling to. Something to keep him afloat.
His eyes settled on the small form of Dolphus being carried down the stairs. Someone in need of medical attention. That he could do.
He set off after Dolphus, as he passed Alexis he gave a curt greeting. “You have the deck.” The without looking back, he descended the stairs.
“Sailors” he called to the two Honoured dead. “I’ll take him from here.”