The Scar was... fascinating. All of the six magical Elements combining with one another could only be described as chaotic and harmonious, rampant and wondrous, all at the same time. Ling caught herself staring seconds before Commander Hayes approached. So the plan was to use magic to reinforce the ship's already notable armour... she was of no direct help there. Her magical capabilities were limited. So she had to find an alternative.

"Commander, Master Smith, I don't feel that I will be of particular help in providing a shield for the ship," she began, "but I used the downtime to prepare a handful of minor restorative potions, plus a couple of tonics to bolster the mind and sharpen the drinker's magical power a little." She indicated half a dozen vials on her belt: three red potions and three blue.

"Assuming the others will work to prevent damage to the ship, I'll see what I can do about keeping them up and casting spells. Although..." Ling had only just noticed the crew readying weapons all across the deck. "You're expecting a physical fight just as much as a magical assault from the instability of the Scar? What could live in such a storm?" The answer to that question was probably one that she would find out for herself soon enough, but she felt the need to ask all the same. She drew Kei from its holster on her back, and straightened its arms out, tautening the string with the motion. Ammunition would come later.