His initial instinct is to protest - he would not dare try to rest when there are this many men with weapons around (maybe they should have better disarmed them; though the Captain and his crew seem more interested in getting paid, and there is no sense in killing the buyers with the prospect of a simple, straightforward sale) but his logic also realizes that if he is worn out and exhausted, he will be of little use to her.

Skellig nods once, glances around and spots a stack of crates set back from the edge of the ship; he moves to it and tucks his wings in close behind him as he sits down on the deck, leaning back against the wood as if it were a wall or a dark corner, folding his arms across his chest.

(This is familiar, in a sense...almost comfortable?)

"If any of them so much as look at you sideways," he mutters lowly. "I will rise at once."