Before long, Fossil began to come to her senses. Her ribs hurt, probably broken given that the last thing she remembered was being flung at a raging warrior. Crow was bandaging her. Fossil appreciated it, but couldn't help comparing his rather unrefined medical skills to Nadya's fineness. But she was alive, and it seemed like these people genuinely wanted to help her. Especially the princess, which she found hard to believe. Fossil sat still for a few minutes, then looked up at the new allies around her. Sure they seemed volatile and not all that trust worthy, but they were trust worthy enough for Fossil to help a bit now. At this point she definitely owed them something.<br/><br/>"Thank you," she said. Her voice was still weak, but steady. "I owe you guys, and if you're interested I'll repay you by directing you to a safe house where you can make contact with people with slightly more authority than me, and Anastasia and you sailors, we can arrange for you to rendezvous with an abolitionist worker who can help you begin a good new life. But, um, don't tell anyone you're a Dailon, Anastasia." She smiled a little guiltily, but it had to be a secret if any Red Leopard or abolitionist was going to help her.   "Just go north along the coast. There's a small cove with a little fishing village. Our safe house is by the shore with its own dock and a red door." She nodded reassuringly. "I'll vouch for all you."