Some of the weight seems to lift from his shoulders as he watches them, as he thinks back to a time before all of the grief, all of the mistakes, all of the compromises.

"It wasn't a deep cut, but there was quite a lot of blood, and he was terrified - apparently being a pirate is one thing, but actually stabbing someone is another." He smirks a little, smugly playful in a way that only surfaced with certain people. "I calmed him down, we wrapped the wound, and he looked like he hadn't a good meal in weeks so I invited him for dinner."