Well, they made a fine pair back then. Two of a kind. They're a fine pair now too, with matching dark circles and tired demeanors. Darcy doesn't announce her presence when she enters, silent as the dream of a tiger shark, moving with all the practiced grace of a teenager that sneaks out of home regularly. She sits herself beside Stede's bed, giving him another glance over before she asks-

"What happened to him?"

Her voice quiet, but no longer choked or hoarse from drowning.