Danni heard a shout from the docks, inquiring on the state of the boat.<span style="font-style: italic">Finally,</span>he thought, jumping up in excitement. He paced down the boat to examine the sails, not worrying about the fact that he had only ever been on a boat three times in his life. He would figure it out. He imagined that as long as everything looked knotted and secure, they would be fine.<br/>As he stepped up to the mast, a mighty behemoth and backbone of the ship, he felt the ship lurch under his feet. He stumbled slightly, but regaining himself was no issue. Danni had never known an incident when he had ever fully fallen. Even in circumstances when it was impossible to miss the cruel earth, having been tripped during an exercise, or fallen down a flight of stairs, he found himself lifted by some sort of force, that deposited him gently on the ground. He figured it was because he was a wind nymph but he knew little else.<br/>The mild disturbance had been caused by the warrior, who before hopping on the ship had severed the tie between the ship and the docks. The churning of the boat seemed a little dramatic for such a small action, but it appeared that the waves were hungry, eagerly lapping them away from the docks. If it weren't for the slave, insufferably still pinned to the docks, this would have been greeted warmly. But it appeared that they were one party now, the main goal being leaving the infernal city of Loren, and the former slave girl would not be left behind.<br/>Danni joined the warrior's calls to the slave, impatience rattling mildly in his voice. "Jump on girl, or you'll be left behind! The guards will be here before long!"<br/>He then turned to the first entrant on the deck, the one who held the injured woman with the hood.<br/>"Will she be okay?" He asked, arms curled away from his body and around his sides in a worried pose, "I have some first aid things that might help." He remained captivated by her motherly face for a moment before reaching to his belt, drawing out several basic medical objects, such as bandages, splints, and a small potion, which he had forgotten the use of.<br/>"I'm not much of a healer, but if you can do anything with these," he stated, placing each item carefully on a nearby barrel. His body had been pushed to the limits in the mines, from scars and bone breaks of all kinds, but never had he learned to fix those wounds. He only learned to suffer through them.