The pale woman looked to the possessed mage when Thane began shouting orders to her. The red head from earlier was thrashing about on her as ungracefully as a fish out of water. With a sigh, she listened to Thane speech, all the while rummaging with something attached to her belt loop. Relaxing, she uncorked the bottle she drew from her side and sipped it slowly. Ugh. Awful taste. She wrinkled up her nose briefly before relaxing her face and tossing the finished glass bottle behind her and over the rail without a care who it hit below.

Her arms crossed, she opened her eyes and kept them on the possessed mage, watching to see if the creature she had begun had enough willpower to not listen to what Thane was ordering it to do. She also kept her eye on the summoner and Urick who were trying to catch her attention. What a cluster of confusion this all was, truly. 

[color=MediumSlateBlue]"No weakness without hurting the girl, hm?"[/color]

She mused, repeating what he had said. Ah, the potion hadn't taken long to kick in. Already she could sense her mana levels being restored.