The sight of familiar silver hair out of the corner of her eye makes Yunaka freeze in place before spinning around abruptly. No way...she was just seeing things, right?
Lo and behold, as she pushes her way through the crowds to the other side of the deck, familiar silver becomes a familiar face becomes a familiar person in turn.
"Micaiah, is that you?" She should know better by now, but as soon as she sees those eyes she gets swept up in the moment. Yunaka rushes forward and excitedly takes Micaiah's hands before she can stop herself. "It is you! Wow, I can't believe you're here! Have you been settling okay? Is the boat making you sick? I- oh!"
Not her Micaiah. She's learned this before, running into other Emblems, but this is not her Micaiah. She drops her hands and jumps back, holding her own up in apology. "S-sorry! Sorry! That was...weird of me, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
Unfamiliar as she is with seagoing vessels, Micaiah quickly learned that it is a bad idea to wander the decks when a ship is rolling, and an even worse idea still to hop around on it. The sudden warmth of a pair of hands enveloping her own makes her jump no less than a few inches into the air and lands on an uneven footing as the floor shifts its angle beneath her. However, the grip around her feels trained and strong, and it prevents her from what would've been an embarrassing sight of falling flat onto her behind in front of a dozen fellow students before those hands let go.
When the initial shock passes, Micaiah realizes that the young lady before her seems to not only know her name but recognizes her visage as well. It is confusion that fills her first as she racks her brain in search of reciprocated familiarity, wondering if they have met somewhere before. When the query returns empty, she lets a smile of kindness and curiosity overtake her instead. The woman obviously means no harm, and it isn't out of the question for someone new to identify her given her somewhat widespread fame. Perhaps the girl is one of the Daeinian lives she touched through her actions; or, perhaps, she hails from the distant land of the legendary rings that she heard about thanks to Mauvier. Either of these thoughts sends sparks of warmth through her chest.
She replies with gentleness and sympathy, "Ah, please don't fret! There is nothing 'weird' about feeling excited over seeing someone you may recognize. Even if I don't share the recognition, it is incredibly kind of you to worry about my well-being, and I truly appreciate it. If it soothes you, the seasickness hasn't hit me... yet." Micaiah chuckles sheepishly, praying that she has willed those words into reality for the remainder of the journey.
"Say, what about you? What's your name? I hope you've been holding up as well against the waves!"