Rhys, for his own part, is finally beginning to look like himself again. The only slightly weird thing about his appearance is that his prosthetic arm is strapped up against his body, a little awkwardly, taking the weight of it like a sling. He looks up as Taura approaches, and flashes her a smile.

"Oh, hey! Taura! How's it going? I'm just coming out of my cabin. Which I have now."

He pauses, waiting for her to approach.

"Wanna see?"