Pudaga seemed unsure about it all, but when Meesei mentioned home, he put up his hands. [i]"Ah, we cannot go back home to Senchal, not now."[/i] He looked at the table and put his hand around to hold his other arm, [i]"People who we owe money are there. They know our names and our faces. It is why we were put in the crate in the first place."[/i] Pudaga made a sideways glance to Meesei, [i]"But, if you would show us mercy, if you would let us go...we have nothing to give but our gratitude."[/i]

[i]"Dear,"[/i] Ti'drissi spoke up for the first time, [i]"Ask them about F'sresa. She is sick, she needs medicine."[/i] She stopped abruptly when the guard began interpreting her words as well.

Gallus spoke to the guards again, "Have healers been tending to the girl?"

"Yes, but...making medicine is not a commonly used skill amongst the healers, and there was none we could find on the ship so far," the guard responded.

With that, Gallus turned to Meesei and Ri'nakhad, "Surely we have someone that can make medicine for a fever? Who are our best alchemists on board?"

Although Janius was still not entirely convinced that Kaleeth was properly respecting the power of the seas in a storm, he decided to let the matter go. "Fine, we'll just hold onto each other, then." He brought his arm around her back and held onto her side, leaning his head on hers. Her body was surprisingly warm here. Janius still gripped his hide sheet in one hand, but with how it flapped in the wind, it wasn't offering much protection from the rain.

After taking a moment to try and just enjoy Kaleeth and Newt's presence, Janius half-smiled and shot some words back, "It is probably similar to why you are so uncomfortable standing out in the snow. Aren't you cold out here?"