Same time, same weather.
Andrej, who seems to be the only one willing, is taken into the Captain's cabin. She seems in a much worse condition than the crew - which she is handling by holding onto a fury that Andrej can clearly see she has under control.
The body has been moved onto a table, and draped with an expensive woollen blanket. There is a slight metallic odor in the air that is unpleasant. The ship's creaking is lessened here, but there is a distinct sway to the ship that gives a sense of the speed at which it's moving along.
The Captain's cabin is austere; Madam seems to take some pleasure in preening herself, as her clothes are of high quality leather and trimmed with silks, dyed rich colors and sporting a number of small pieces of jewelry, upon her hat, her scabbard, her ears and her throat. But the cabin itself is that of a monk. The bed is hard, little more than a two inch mattress of compressed feathers on a wooden palette. The table in the room would be more suited to a peasant's hut. There are no pictures, no signs of any luxurious possessions, not even anything better than an earthenware chamberpot placed obviously next to her bedstead. A large square featureless desk without drawers is covered with maps and instruments, but they are the most noteworthy thing in the room.
She will begin, her tone tight and impatient. "I understand you have the power to restore this crewmember."