Save Me

Philip had the worst timing.

Maybe the best depending on how he saw it.

Philip walked into their quarters to find Mulan holding Beau.

Why did he have this luck?

When the door opened, Mulan glanced up.

Her gaze returned to Beau's face.

"Beau's seasick. I don't know how to help."

Philip had never seen Mulan look so helpless.

He walked closer and saw Beau's flushed skin.

Philip knew one way to stop the nausea and was glad they were on a merchant's ship.

He came back with a lighter bag of gold but a new bag of ginger.

"Have Beau suck on these until she can get out the bed. One of the men said it's ginger. It eases nausea, " Philip explained holding out the bag.

Mulan took the bag gratefully and gently shook Beau awake.

Beau groaned.

Mulan took a piece out the bag and slowly lifted near Beau's mouth.

She tried not to notice how full they were or how Beau's lips were shaped like her namesake.

She failed.

Beau drew her lips in tight.

"Come on, Beau. It's just one piece, " Mulan tried to force the ginger between her lips.

Beau turned her head away.

"Come on, " she repeated trying again.

Beau turned her head away again.

Philip decided to try to help.

"Beau, this is gonna help. Open your mouth."

"Please, "Mulan said close to Beau's ear.

The seasick girl opened her mouth and they put in the ginger.

It had a sharp almost spicy taste.

Beau swallowed and they sighed in relief.

Beau would be feeling better soon enough.

Philip decided he needed to talk to Mulan soon.

He needed to talk to Mulan about Beau.

He needed to talk to Mulan about love.

He needed to talk to Mulan about true love.

He needed to talk to Mulan...

Soon.