The night had been tense from the first moment of his arrival. Several salutes, friendly waves and respectful greetings had been made upon the captain's arrival, but the female on the other side of the deck standing with her arms crossed and an unpleasant expression seemed all but happy to see him. Her arms moved to motion around herself, head tilting. Hellion sighed, his glowing eyes rolling with the expectation of what was to follow.

"Explain this, please?" Her voice accused the rogue who simply shrugged, which only further angered the female across from him.

"What's t'explain?"

"What's to explain? How about HOW you managed to do this!"

"Cut it too close t'the Malstrom, thas all. Took a 'lil damage that's bein' taken care of on -my- check, if ye can't remember yer own threats."

"A -little-? Hellion, I'm amazed that she's still floating! I told you that wasn't a good idea, why in the hell can't you ever listen to me? I'd figure you've been doing this long enough to know better! She'll be in for repairs for weeks! You know damned well what kind of hit this'll take-"

"So if I already know, why ya gotta keep caryin' on?" He snapped, interrupting her rant. Calistah closed her mouth, jaw clenched with a look of disbelief. The crew that remained on deck looked on as their captain moved away from the conversation, making his way below without another word to the priestess. She stood there with tight fists for several minutes, unable to decide how to go about her next moves. Every part of her wanted to do nothing but take the rogue around the neck and strangle him, pick him up and throw him overboard; anything to get rid of him. When he gave her attitude, she could handle it, but ignorance? Against her better judgment, she followed him. Before she could go completely down the stairwell however, a voice halted her.

"You sure you wanna be doing that, Cally?" She turned her head towards an older human. He was leaned casually against the outside rail, cigarette in mouth with a pleasant yet curious expression. Ever since the Kaldorei had been introduced to humans, ever since Hellion had allowed them to work for him, this human had been with them loyally. If not for him, Calistah would have never believed that their race had even an ounce of wisdom in their tiny bodies.

"Do what, Nicolai?" She responded with a raised eyebrow. The human tilted his head in the direction of Helion's previous location on deck.

"In his defense, we've had a very long week gettin' this old girl back in port without any further damage. Took a damn good care of it, Cally. Doesn't seem fair for you to be riding his back about it." He immediately spoke as soon as her expression turned sour. "I -know- that's where you're going, darling." Calistah made an attempt to smile sweetly, though it came out as more of a grimace.

"I appreciate your concern, Nic, but I think I've known him a little longer than you. Things will be fine in an hour or two, just wait." She continued down the stairs as Nicolai looked on, blowing out the last drag on his cigarette with a slow nod. The last Calistah heard of him was his voice ringing out for the boys to take a break. She weaved her way through passages until she reached Helion's room; She didn't bother to knock before entering. He was sitting on the far end of his bed, leaned against the wall, arms crossed with a hand poised to hold his forehead. The only thing that had moved to meet her gaze was his eyes; They held within them an emotion that made her uncomfortable for the first time in a few thousand years. Calistah sat on the other side of the bed with a dramatic sigh, leaning back in the same fashion.

"I really can't believe thi-"

"Why didn't you tell me about her." The question was direct, and in perfect Darnassian. This was a conversation that he had no interest in others hearing. The question was so sudden that Calistah had been caught off guard. She blinked several times, turning her gaze upon him. The look had not left his eyes, so she looked away again. It wasn't until then that the she had been able to comprehend what he was talking about. Her expression fell immediately.

"I couldn't."

"Why." Calistah suddenly felt as if she were being interrogated. She closed her eyes, wishing that she'd taken Nicolai's advice.

"You know damned well why, Hellion."

"So because of Hementia, I don't have the right to know when someone I care about -dies-? What else have you been hiding from me?" The tone of his voice was so full of accusation that it brought tears to her eyes. She turned her face towards him, but he wasn't watching anymore. She then noticed that in the hand that held his forehead, his necklace was also in the hand's grasp, off of his neck.

"You know how things were.. Hel, I couldn't stand to see you like that again-" She cringed in fright as the necklace suddenly flew out of his hand to hit the wall. He sat bolt upright, glaring at her with a mixture of hatred and confusion. She cowered backward slightly as his voice hit her at a fever pitch.

"Damnit, Calistah! And what the hell did you plan on doing? How the hell long were you going to keep it from me? Did you really.. really think I'd never find out? What gives you the -right-!"

"I'm sorry, I just.."

"I thought I knew you better than this, Cally, I really did." He looked away, appearing to calm down only slightly.

"You do know-"

"I DON'T!" He suddenly snapped back, attention turned back on her. "Do you know the meaning of the word Trust? I trusted you, Cally. Ten thousand years, damnit, you would think that would be a long enough time to be able to tell people things of importance! Elune knows what ELSE I don't know about because you "don't wanna see me like this"," His cruel mocking was enough to send her into full on tears.

"You don't understand..."

He suddenly laughed loudly. She put her hand to her mouth, sniffing back whatever tears she could. Could he not see her? Was it not obvious that she felt regret? Did he not care? "-I- don't understand. Right. I -don't- understand why you did that to me. What I -do- understand... is that I want you out of my sight!" Hellion shouted, launching himself off of his bed and striding out of his room, slamming the door behind him loud enough to attract the attention of the entire ship. Every person made quick to get out of his way as he stalked down the halls and up the stairwells back up to the main deck.

Calistah meanwhile, was left sitting there, staring after him with the fear that she'd lost her best friend. Before that day she'd never understood just how he'd felt when Hementia had passed away, what it was like to live without someone. The emotion hit her harder than she could have ever braced for, and left her sobbing in a heap on the bed.

I'm sorry, Hellion... please forgive me...