Making the needed adjustment, Bracken kept the ship running in a straight line to where this ship was supposed to be. Easy looking from the outside, but in all reality not very. The wind was picking up fast, almost dangerously so. "Thea, quick question. If this ship tumbled to the ground, how many could be saved with your magic?" Bracken tried to make it sound like a hypothetical, but fear was still a little layered in there.