The lancet finally came away from the deck with a ghastly shclick. She felt the edge with one finger. Not blunted, but it might need a couple of passes with the redstone later. The wood... Eh, it'd last. Worse things happened at sea. Did someone say "Medical supplies?"

Elani glanced up, eyes shifting into focus and alighting back on her captain. Yes, he he had said medical supplies. Wasn't that her job, in some respects? Or at least what she'd signed on that piece of paper she'd left on the docks three hundred metres above their heads? Yeah, it had been. Elani placed a hand on the splintery woods, and lifted herself upright with care. Standing on an airship was tough, as her ears kept insisting down was a completely different direction to where her legs were pointing at. The disparity made her feel dizzy, and she tightened her grip on her own fingers and balled them into little fists, as she took a few tentative steps. Medical supplies. She should probably go get them by now. She could do a big show of handing them out, lie and tell people she'd been a nurse in her previous life. Would that work? Or would she collapse in a gibbering pile of tears the moment anyone showed her blood? Only one way to find out, she guessed...