Ma'tanza still continued to look around the hold nervously, though there was only a slim chance of actually identifying anyone beyond a short distance away from them. [i]"M'ibasa was supposed to shackle himself close to us. He might have waited too long and ended up shackled somewhere else. Oh, if he's on that other ship, he's going to be so afraid. This one hopes he is somewhere near at least someone he knows.[/i]"

Once Ma'tanza turned back towards Tzirret, being one of the few she could actually see clearly, she noticed he looked somewhat strange. When he said that he had an issue with confined spaces, she looked at him with concern, then moved her shackled hands over enough to place a hand on his leg. [i]"Are you going to be alright, Tzirret?"[/i]

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Meesei was sat on the edge of the bed, of which there was, unfortunately, only one in the room. Loading the clan onto the ship had been an altogether uncomfortable affair for everyone involved, and though she would not say it aloud, part of the reason she had gone to her room early was so she would not have to witness the remainder of it. She felt immense guilt for putting her fellow lycans through such an experience, but if it guaranteed their safety, she supposed it would be worth it. Regardless, she still put on something of a smile when Gallus entered the room. 

"Yes, it is just a matter of waiting now." Meesei said quietly as she stood up and walked over closer to Gallus. "I shall give the signal tomorrow morning, once we are far enough into the Topal Sea. I just hope the clan can hold strong until then."