This felt oddly familiar, as the pixie shouted at Caeda in a poor defensive stance as she would soon reluctantly surrendering due to fatigue. Almost as if looking into a mirror as the pixie reminded Caeda of herself when she was a child. But seeing as the pixie is trying to act tough and serious while in its injured state, Caeda felt like plaing along, but the pixie looks to really need some help. She reached into her bag as she brought a bit of rations and her waterskin, initially bringing them in case she felt the need to snack and drink. She opened her ration to give a piece out that should suffice for the tiny fey's size and held her waterskin at the ready to help assist the pixie with drinking. "Here, these should suffice. I admire your bravery and will to survive for so long, especially with these cats seeing as they caught a few stowaway rats. But why are you on this ship?" Caeda gave the pixie some time to enjoy her meal and when she almost finished. She wondered how well the pixie's wing would recover, but for now, she introduced herself as "Caeda Bryberos, is what you may call me. What may call you?"