Uban caught the look and approached softly, putting his weapons away. He softly put his hand on Hana's shoulder and motioned with his head towards the ship as he softly began to sing like it was any other night on the Borealis. 

[I]"Fare thee well, to you my own true love
When I return, united we will be
It's not the leaving of this here shore that grieves me
but my darling when I think of thee..."[/I]

Uban's voice was casual, soft, and easy like the gentle breeze of a quiet summer day. He was not Berlin and did not have his charm, but he had a voice like a songbird. He led the two back to the ship where Pieter was still waiting at the gun. There was a question in the old man's eyes as the saw only the three--not the five--and one still hitching Rohaan in, of all people, Hana's arms. 
"Why don't you take him below? Maybe...show him some mag--actually no, don't do that. He bites. Ah...you got books, eh? Read to him, maybe? He likes stories." 

Uban went to Pieter, letting a breath of air go that he didn't know he'd been holding. "Barizians. The sacked the whole place, I mean, just wrecked. Wheel managed to get himself taken hostage by some really upset locals and Berlin's putting out that fire. Rohaan..." He glanced to where the two had gone. "You remember when we found him. What he looked like. How he'd lost his family and home to some kind of raid? Barizians, apparently. He saw the flag and lost it. Really lost it. Enough that he's letting [I]Hanabaptiste[/I] touch him. And ooh, you shouldda seen the look in the cap'n's eyes." Uban whistled. "Seems we got a ship to hunt down."

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Berlin moved forward softly, feet crunching against the sooty stone. He put a hand out and placed it on the withering man's shoulder gently. He imbued the touch with nothing but his deepest sympathy. "Aye. We will go. Mourn your dead. Rebuild your homes. And know they will pay for this. For this and more." Berlin moved slowly, reaching into his pocket for a little leather purse of coins. They would all easily fit in the man's palms, but they were solid gold. "Take this. It's...not much, considering. But it will help you rebuild. Take it and my sympathy. And...oh..." he pointed with his thumb back towards Wheel. "Don't listen to him, eh?" One more pat on the shoulder, and he turned, heading back towards the ship. "Wheel," he barked in a firm tone, motioning for him to follow. 'Back to the ship."