Kate looked a hundred times better, pink in her cheeks. She clung to the deck rail, however, tightly enough to turn her knuckles white. Sophia was at her side, though Terrance couldn't make out much more of either in the fading light. There were lamps secured to each mast, but the glow of each didn't reach the rails. He couldn't see Lynn or Nicholas, and only spied a few dark spots that were likely sailors in the rigging.
“Better?” Terrance asked Kate.
“Yes, much. Still...bad, but not horrible.” She took one hand from the rail to hold her stomach.
“Lynn and Nicholas?” Terrance asked Sophia.
“They've found a secluded corner. If you take Kate below, I'll join them.”
Kate shook her head. “Not yet.”
“I'll stay with her,” Terrance promised, stepping closer.
Sophia sighed gratefully. “Thank you. It has been a long and somewhat painful day. I'm going to take some pleasure in what is left of it.”
“Painful?” he asked Kate.
“The sun,” she answered. “Even with hats and parasols, it burns them. Not unbearably, but definitely uncomfortable.”
“Oh.” Terrance felt shame for pushing them out of the house.