Gideon glances up at Ashura, still cradling Felix's hand in his own. He shrugs, non-committal. Felix was at death's door; was he to leave him there or bring him to his own threshold?

He shifts the tablet in his arms so that he can write on it, balancing it in the crook of his elbow. You've done no such thing. I'll remain until the ship docks. It's not as though there'll be much sleep to be had so long as Felix is in such a state.