When Vanahara returned to the main deck, she expected to see the same unchanging white-clouded view she'd been glancing at for hours now. Instead, she was met with a roiling mass of elements masquerading as the Storm. Curiously, she didn't seem shocked or afraid like some of her companions; her only reaction was a slight narrowing of her eyes. The Storm had been a constant presence on the horizon when she still lived in her village; she was wary of it, and justly so, but it held no superstitious fear for her now. In fact, there had been some in her village who worshipped the Storm as a separate deity; she was used to it.

Keeping her head about her in the face of the Storm might well be a valuable ability in this situation, she thought. Couldn't hurt to offer.

"Sir," she spoke up after the Nightshade made her offer of alchemical support. "I have some experience with the Storm. I can try to keep the outer shell intact at weak points."