She watched with a cold detachment, as if his magery and position did not bother her. In fact, the magery bothered Zarriia plenty, she had witness and partaken in more than one sacrifices and mages more often than not seemed to enjoy them more than they should. Of course it could just be a Drowish thing, but it was a risk she was willing to take. "Fine. Dry them and you'll have your water." Hopefully he had enough control as to not cook her. Or destroy her much needed gear.

Noting the boat and firewood, she turned her gaze back to the elf. There would be wood and shelter for the night at least, tomorrow she reasoned she would find more secure lodgings. A dwarven ship might hold items of use, most likely kegs of ale and such. Dwarves and their drinking. It nade for a good tavern visit other than that it was far too difficult. "I'll even extend the deal. Share of the supplies, and you follow my orders." Zarriia tilted her head to the side, grinning openly and relaxed.