Maiden's eye's watched in awe as the skin weaved together an not a scratch remained along with his arm which was not even pink from its rough escape from the ropes. Aluca now free Maiden observed him in silence. A handsome an very sure of himself this Aluca was. But still not to much a bothersome man. She shook her head lightly with a smile as he was going after his aslant in which he yelled at the newcomer that sat in the nest. For the tomato dripping's that had falling onto his chest quite timely.<br/><br/>Maiden could see her pale legs dangling from her roost. She could hear there light chatter begging with the two an so moved on to the lower parts of the Flying Rotsman. Maiden pushed through the door the clatter of wood an nails could be heard being pound into the ship, the rustle of voices an the booming laughter of the crew. The crew was lively an working hard well at least the ones that were still standing. She shook her head with a sigh an walked over a man who laid in his own vomit. She wasn't overly concerned she gently pushed the man on his side keeping him from dying on his spew.<br/><br/>Maiden could hear Rotter's very loud voice an found him in a large room with many of the other men. The smell of ale an people wafted to her nose. Stunning her for a second, someone needed a bath. Trying to not linger any closer to the smell Maiden moved on to her target. Maiden approached Rotter "Let's see how your healing Rotter" she said motioning for him to sit quietly as she went over his wounds. But quiet she would not get the man prattled on an on about nonsense but it was falling on deaf ears.<br/><br/>After fighting with his accursed bandages an slight arguing with Rotter she had managed to be successful Rotter would only need his bandages changed over the next few days an he would be healed. The pouch had worked beautifully.<span style="font-style: italic">'The pouch'</span>she blinked lightly a confused look crossing her face, but he tongue stayed, with her work done she bid Rotter an the crew good night. It was not close to night but she wanted to be alone even if for a bit. Her hand pushing her door open, an gently closed it behind her sliding her back all the way to the floor where she sat. Maiden had forgotten about the pouch she left for the Queen. Would it be a hinder or a godsend? and if so for who?  As it stood Rotter had pretty much made her part of the crew but the Queen would still come. But would she stay or go? She shook her head slightly as she pondered over her thoughts.