It was very early morning, even by the Quartermaster's standards. He was an early riser even on the worst of days, up with the sun to go through his morning prayers to the stars and sky above him. But today he had woken up with a familiar fatherly worry churning in his stomach, and pushed himself up, albeit groggily, and out of the ship he called his home.

The sun was not even up yet, but he would easily go through the darkness of his familiar territory towards where he knew he could find one of his adopted children. Would she even be awake? Would he be disturbing her new mate? Small, meaningless worries. He reminded himself he had every right to want to speak to her, and evenmoreso during a quiet, chilly morning. It was more private that way, most folks were still asleep, while some just now slipping into slumber. So with his anxiety aside, Eremiel dipped his head at the entrance to Trout's den.

"Sugar?" he called, voice cracking with lack of use from sleep. He cleared it, and tried again. "Trout? Are you awake? Come," he would move away from the entrance, waiting for the girl - Now not so much a little girl at all - to appear in front of him. He smiled, crinkling his eyes which were now uncovered and naked without his eyepatch. One brilliant cyan blue, the other nothing more than a socket.

"We need to talk." he said, I want to help you continued his eyes. He nodded towards the beach, a favourite now for conversations that took too long to get to. He walked there in silence, hoping to get her more awake in the process, but once their feet his sand, he let out a short breath.

"I will not speak to about facing your fears," he started, eyes straight ahead. "Nor will I speak of forgiveness, for that matter. That is none of my business." he forgave many, and some he did not. That was his business, and no one else's. "But whatever is haunting you, you must let it go." he knew exactly what he was talking about, but the vagueness made it simpler, if only for a little.

"You cannot let it fester, or get the best of you, you- Your family, even. Is driven so strongly by impulse," he let out a small chuckle, "It is not always a bad thing. Impulse made a lot possible, it drove us here. But it had also caused so much misery, so much tragedy- Over festered feelings, paranoia - Lack of calculations and so many ghosts. If you let your past haunt you, you will become it, Trout." his eye trailed to her now.

"Speak to me." it was a gentle order, not inviting her to push this talk to a later date.