Pyrrhus didn't let go of Phoenix as she slept, keeping them from moving too much as the ship continued to roll. It seemed like an eternity, but eventually, after one final monster roll, the movement stopped. He let out a sigh of relief as the ship became still- almost too still, he thought, but after what they'd been through, anything was welcome.
He sat for a moment, enjoying the stillness, although now that the chaos outside had stopped, the noises of the chaos inside were becoming more and more apparent. For a moment, he contemplated waking Phoenix up. They did both need medical attention, after all. But as much as they were injured, there were probably much more pressing concerns from other passengers, if what he'd seen in the Cult earlier was any gauge. So he let her sleep for a while, trying to keep an eye and ear out for anything dire, but eventually giving in himself and going out himself, his head against hers.