"I'm sorry Berlin," Rohaan kept whimpering, touching the bloody tears in his shirt. 
"Forget that, lad. I've had worse. Besides, you were just scared. It's okay."
"How did they find me?"
"No, Rheoaan. They aren't looking for you. We just happened to be here. This is just what they do. But don't worry. If you've ever wanted revenge, we're gonna get it. Think about how much stronger you are now! And you're not alone, we're going to fight too. You can light their whole ship on fire and watch it sink into the ocean. And at the end of the day, you'll be safe in bed with me looking after you. Won't you?" Berlin was practically assaulting him with calm through his magic, trying to keep him from sheer hysterics. 

"Uh oh...Cap'n..." Uban readied his pistol just in case as he saw Hana sprinting back towards them. She wasn't with Wheel anymore, and he knew something went wrong. 
Berlin turned, saw her, and went to meet her with a quivering, traumatized Rohaan still in his arms. "Hanabaptiste...?" He didn't need to finish his sentence, as she understood and immediately informed him that there were villagers after all, and they had Wheel hostage. Berlin cursed. He did not fear for Wheel's life, but the villagers'. "Here, take him. I'm gonna run ahead, but you three follow after. I'm gonna see if I can't talk them down. Rheoaan, lad, you gotta stay with Hana."
"Berlin no!!"
"C'mon, be a brave lad. I have to go talk to some people, and you need to keep your eyes hidden, okay? We don't want more trouble. Can you do that?"
"Berlin...." Rohaan whined, even as the large man set him down and gave him a guiding push towards Hanabaptiste. But he didn't argue further; instead, he clung to Hanabaptiste's side like a bur, his wiry arms coiled around her waist even as they shook. But as Berlin left him and his contact with Berlin's magic was severed, a new panic blossomed in the boy's chest and he started to sob anew into her shirt. Normally he was not comfortable enough with her to really touch her or let her touch him, but he didn't care about any of that now. All he knew was that he was scared, and that at least Berlin trusted Hana.

Berlin ran to where Hana had told him to go, finding a host of townsfolk armed with crossbows trained on an all too comfortable Wheel. "Oy!" he shouted up, keeping his hands up and out in a placating gesture. "I'm Captain Berlin of the Borealis, this is one of my men. There's more of us," he warned, less as a threat and more to inform them so they weren't caught off guard. "Just a few. We don't mean any harm--we saw an odd ship come from this way and came seeking information...I suppose we got it." Berlin was thankful for his magic then. Though he couldn't directly influence any of them since he could not touch them, he still had          his charisma, and that was something. "Why don't you lower your weapons, come down here and we can just talk this through, eh?  You can tell us more about what happened here. What say you, lads?"