Maiden's honeyed eyes shifted to the door the ruckus above her had made her miss the sudden show  of there Pirate Queen. Maiden had moved back to let the Pirate Queen near the very dead thieving rat. But as her words rang out, it seemed she wasn't near any real sign of trouble with the Captain. A blessing for a valued member or not. She didn't need to cross anyone to soon, but well the Rat. He asked for it. Maiden watched as The queen lifted the heavy bear like man with ease, there was a reason she was Queen/Captain of the Pervy Freedom. Well one of the reasons.<br/><br/>With a quick nod to her Captain's command did she bid Penn goodbye. Leaving her to her books and herbs. The light smell of iron hung in the air, from the blood she had spilled so easily. Again. Maiden's honeyed eyes hovered over the  blood soaked spot. With a large inhale she closed her eyes trying to rid her mind of lingering thoughts. Going back to her things she picked out a few herbs and the necessary equipment to blend them together for the Queen.<br/><br/>A simple remedy to ward off any lingering aliments. The man that was most likely making his way to Davy Jones Locker was dirty and large but clean in terms of health. All that had boarded the Pervy Freedom were under her care. There life in terms of aliments and maiming were thing's she had to deal with. A Pirate Doctor's life, this was a life she was willing to live for. As her mind lingered her hands worked quickly grabbing the right parts of the leaves and stems. The stench of death, decay and flesh brought vivid memories of her training.<br/><br/>Maiden had worked with different types of healers, doctor's and medicine men. As a child she was born among a crew of men and wenches. Her family those of the sea, her teachers who ever would take her taught her what they knew of the art of healing. But for Maiden this was important, to save a life meant to retain her humanity. To kill with out remorse she lost some of it. A medicine man had told her that she had to find a balance to take you needed to give back. And so with that she made her younger life's dedication to saving those that could not save themselves. Hoping to keep what humanity she still had.<br/><br/>Maiden hoped as she laced her fingers around a leather bag knotting the strings together, that even this small action would make some difference. One could hope right? But pushing these thoughts aside she placed her valuables away and reaching for the door, her eyes glancing over to the window. It seemed dark enough to go to Queen's chamber's for there so called<span style="font-style: italic">'Story time'</span>. She had not been sure if it had been directed to her or Penn but at this point she still needed all she could. With that her boots pound into the creaking boards below her feet.