Celris watched him swim to the ship, masking her rapt stare by angling her head to face the ocean. Osbourne stood beside her, staring less stealthily at Black.<br/>Celris flinched as the monster turned and strolled away from the dock.<br/>"I will find a way from air. You can understand my reluctance with water."<br/>Celris nodded and watched the HighBreed leave to find a secluded spot to take to the air. She smiled, "Water is an obvious weakness in your 'perfection'." She snickered, safe in the knowledge that he couldn't hear her.<br/>She fell silent, looking into the water. The salt would RUIN her fur. She sighed, tucking her cloak in and lithely slipped into the water.<br/>She paddled and stroked towards the ship, cursing at the HighBreed's birdlike silhouette in the sky and pulled herself up into the porthole.<br/>"Is it all clear?" She kept her voice low, trying to quietly, violently shake the water off. Celris squeezed the water out of her tail and joined Black behind the crates. "Hope you like the smell of wet dog!" She chuckled and started smoothing out the brown and black and gray patterns.<br/>A moment later there was the lightest of thumps and Sidian crawled through the hole next, from the top rather than below.  He barely fit, and scrambled about for a few moments before forcing his mechanical limbs into the cabin. He examined the porthole, now complete with two slices in the wood, his wings. Osbourne hurriedly examined his wings. The gold, thin material was warped slightly but unharmed. He bent the delicate feathers back into place and otherwise checked his armor.<br/>Celris hissed, "You flew down to land on the side of the ship??? It would've been less conspicuous to walk on!"<br/>Osbourne sat beside them, eyes dulling to a very low, pulsing light, "No one saw me. They were otherwise distracted."<br/>Celris didn't ask, choosing to move as far as she could from him. She smelled smoke, and not just from the stone weapon. Hopefully he didn't do anything that would delay departure. The HighBreed was going over every plate with his hands, checking for rust or damage. "Nothing dangerous, nothing big, merely omething that required immediate attention."<br/>She doubted it, but didn't ask further. She twitched, a though occurring to her, "Can you at least dampen the clicking? A whole day of that will drive me insane."<br/>Osbourne nodded, "But I will enter a slumber to do so. Is there anything I should hear beforehand...pertaining to my fate?"<br/><br/>It occurred to him that he was close enough to hit bot of them, with but one hurl of his blade, an action that would take a startlingly short amount of time to initiate. But would that reverse the spell? Osbourne was becoming skeptical that such a spell exists...why would a healing spell be so easily reversed? Sounded like something mongrels and thieves would come up with. Was this man such? He leaned against some boxes and locked his knees. "If there is no update I will enter sleep mode. Will doing so reverse your spell?"<br/>The Feral frowned at the sarcasm, still hard to detect under the emotionally flat voice.