Before Bast could attempt to claw herself back to a standing position, a helpful hand entered her vision. It the was the red haired man, offering assistance in standing up. Her eyes narrowed as she glared at him with irritation. She did not need the assistance of some human who seemed to be more used to ships than she was to keep her balance on this contraption. As she thought this, the ship lurched again, causing the stranger to brace himself, and for Bast to hit her head on the side of railing again. Suddenly, praying to the gods to curse all ships didn't seem like half a bad idea... The stranger offered his hand again. She eyed it warily for a moment, before sighing and accepting his help up. Only because it would have been rude to ignore his help - it's not like she needed his assistance or anything like that, no not in the slightest. Another man had approached, this one looking fairly young, and somewhat low on funds - or was this some new strange human fashion? The tall stranger introduced himself to the both of them, calling himself Aldric. Nice name for a human she supposed. Bast raised the hood on her cloak again, and dug her claws into the railing, the woodwork be damned, in order to try and give herself a bit more stability should the ship lurch again. 

"Thanks," She muttered, feeling slightly embarrassed about being so inept on water. "The name's Bast."