[Ah, and he catches that look, different from Viktor's simmering worry over him, and so he offers:]

Ortus pushed me overboard— to spare me witnessing Paul and the rest murdering a bunch of pirates, I've decided. Gideon and Harrow are still there, so...

[So, Ortus has other people to protect; he can't tell Viktor outright that Ortus is fine because he doesn't rightly know, but as far as they're both aware, he's making a valiant effort to put his hands in front of Gideon's and Harrow's eyes and stop them witnessing an atrocity.

One can hope. He falls back into silence after that, a little brooding maybe, but mostly the kind of brooding that wants to put on dry clothes and bury his face in Viktor's chest for the rest of the day and have his hair petted for a while.

So then: lantern, bunker, clothes. He dresses hastily and leaves his wet clothes in a heap on the bathroom floor rather than deal with them right now; they can drip into the shower drain, whatever. He has notably not put on his old man pajamas, although he pauses to look at them after dumping the wet stuff in the bathroom. Hm, well, everyone is on the beach by now, at the closest, but...]

Let's go to Sanctuary. Do you mind? I need to... not be near here.