Duke having a nice, quiet morning, himself, and was planning to join her for the yoga in a little bit, when he finished his coffee and was properly awake enough to focus on his breath. For now, he was lounging on one of the benches in the galley, the door to the deck propped open on a handy bit of pipe so he could listen to the sounds of the port.

And the faint exclamation of his snogon.

"Everything okay?" he called.