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"What are you gawking at? Want to switch places with her?" Gurk spat.
"No thanks, unless if you want me to stop healing you every time you got sick to your stomach. How about this: I'll heal you whenever you want to, in return for leaving this girl alone?"

Her smile only served to infuriate Gurk. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her close to his face. "I own you, girl," he growled. "You're in no position to bargain with me. You'll heal me whenever I want, wherever I want, however I want, and if you don't wanna, I got a nasty whip waitin' on deck. You feel me?"

Until now, the silver-haired woman had been ignoring Gurk and Kiera. When she saw Gurk getting angry, however, she brushed past the minions assaulting her and knelt before the halfling. "My lord," she began, her voice clear and powerful, "please allow the swap and forgive this young healer. I know a lingering heal spell that can satisfy all your needs without depending on an unreliable healer. In the meantime, allow me to show her the ropes and train her to become more loyal to you."

Gurk shoved Kiera away and leaned forward. "A lingering spell, you say? Very well. I'll allow it. If I catch the elf disobeying me again, though, it'll be your hide I'll tan. Understand?"
The woman nodded. "I understand."

She stood up to full height. The woman towered over Kiera, easily 6'4", and carried herself with regal poise. She brought her hands together and started to sing in an unknown, ancient language. Normally, modern spells were cast by chanting poetry, but singing was almost unheard of. A bright light formed between her hands, and a moment later, it flew to Gurk and enveloped him in a faint, calming glow.

"Well I'll be..." Gurk swore.
The woman smiled. "If my lord will permit, I shall take my leave with the elf."
"...sure thing..." Gurk muttered, still entranced.

The woman took Kiera by the wrist and escorted her outside, shooting a death-glare at the minions as she passed. She took Kiera to a remote corner of the ship and seated them both on a pile of crates. "That was very dicey, young lady," the woman warned softly. "Gurk is a very powerful creature, and it would not do to antagonize him before my plans are set in motion. You may call me Dessa. What is your name, and where is your home?"