[ A thoughtful head tilt and nod, for that lesson. It's not one Bastien was ever taught. ]

If any of your duties are leaving with the tide, By, I can carry them over for you.

[ He drapes his scarf around his neck but doesn't wind it around, since he'll be stopping by the office below before going outside again. Of course there are other tides—two moons to cause them—and other ships headed for Orlais. But this ship is carrying someone he trusts (relatively speaking). And he'd like to leave. He'd like to go somewhere where he can spread his own feelings out to look at without having to navigate someone else's or control his face. ]

But I think you have some time before anyone who knows you expects you to be awake, ouais?