For a moment, Tsume was prepared to say she was just fine. Then sanity set in, and she nodded. "If you're sure your head is all right..." and he wasn't about to keel over dead after all.

"Sweetheart," Asuma drawled, "my head's never been all right. It's part of my charm."

Tsume huffed a chuckle and took that as a yes. "Then the clones can catch you up on everything." Including the lack of information she'd gotten from the last buyer -- apparently only the captain had known the details, and she'd killed him in her panic.

She was definitely going to let a clone break that information to Asuma. Of all the rookie mistakes to make... At least it would give Intel something to do.

"Wake me when we're off the ocean," she called, turning and heading toward the stairs. Wolf's teeth, but she was looking forward to being on land.

Tsume found an empty cabin -- the captain's, from the size and appearance -- and shoved a chair under the door handle to keep it closed. Not that the sailors would bother her down here, but...

She curled under the blankets, and was out cold before she'd had a chance to wonder if her injuries would keep her awake.