<i>"You are correct miss. I also believe you will be able to do little to heal me. You do not seem to be attuned to the power I require."</i><br/><br/>Looking down at Miss Parin he felt something close to the bond he had felt before to his oldest charge. This young Tailed One reminded him so much of her and it was both joyous and bitter. The Winged Ones did not mean harm and even as the young one played with Parin's tail, he did not move, not wishing to disturb her slumber. She must have been truly exhausted to have found comfort on the cold, hard steel of his body. She was so small, so vulnerable to everything in this world. Her form was so frail and it was saddening. Inside, Ogun wrestled with the despair caused by this fact that always seemed to rear its head whenever he found himself traveling with others. He simply stared at the curled up form of Miss Parin, obviously in thought, not even acknowledging those Aviari that had grown more curious now that the elder had pointed out his obvious differences. At another time he would have been flustered at the looks he received but he had long since grown accustomed to the fear, the confusion and condemnation. The young Aviari pushed her way through with the blanket clenched and approached the trio. As she neared Ogun looked at her and held his hand out, obviously waiting for the blanket. After a quick glance at the elder and an approving nod, the young Aviari gingerly handed the blanket over to Ogun.<br/><br/>Manipulating the blanket with his lone hand her gently nestled the thing under Parin before wrapping her up and flipping her over. He lifted her up and gently cradled her within the crux of his arm, keeping his other limb precariously balanced on his shoulder. Motioning for one of other Aviari women to come over, he gently laid Parin within her arms, doing his best to not jostle her too much.<br/><br/>"<i>I can not leave the deck as per your captain's order. Please do me the favor of finding Ms. Parin a more comfortable place to sleep and alert me as to when she wakes. I shall wait here.</i><br/><br/>The Aviari could do nothing more than gawk and nod before walking into the darkness of the ship. A tinge of worry stabbed him as he watched it swallow the small, sleeping woman. Turning his head back to the elder, he sat. The wood groaned noticeably under his weight, sagging just a little.<br/><br/>"<i>If there is a being on this ship who can produce electricity, that is the person who can help me most.</i>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>