"Oh god!" Things were much worse than she'd ever imagined. The inn wasn't moving, they weren't in the inn! They were nowhere close to it! Sabev was horrified by the things that she was hearing. Yes, she'd wanted to see the oceans, but not be in the middle of one! Her stomach churned. What she was feeling was not the ill effects of the beverage she'd had, but the rolling motion of waves. She closed her eyes, but that just made it worse.
Sabev felt she surely should be in a panic at the moment, Ilyien's calmness wrapped her and prevented it. Otherwise, surely she would have done something monumentally stupid by now. Instead, she remained on the bed, trying to come to terms with being in the middle of a lot of water.
He answered every question she could think of before she could could ask it. There was nothing that he could tell her. She hated that. But clearly, Ilyien had been taken in the same way she had, since she had no memory of moving from the bed at the inn and neither did he.
His touch soothed her even more than his influence. Enough so that Sabev's panicked stomach eased a touch. Enough that she didn't think she was going to vomit more. What a horrible, horrible feeling. And to do such an awful thing in front of him? Humiliating.
"How do we find out? What do we do next?" She rested her face on the cool sheets, scooting back an inch when she realized she could smell her sick very well. "I don't know if I can stand up. All this water, Ranulf..."