Upon the deck of the ship Xarces thanks the crew as they hurry over to tend to the injured harpy. His eyes shifting to the form of Ryla flying across the waves behind him. He taking a moment to admire her from afar, noting that it appeared to be her armor that enabled her to fly, or some sort of magical item at the very least. Regardless of the method she was doing it, dangling Odette like a ripe and juicy fruit beneath her as she makes her way to the deck of the ship.  The moment she's over the ship Xarces moves over to help lower Odette down, alleviating the kitsune's arms, much as his had recently been when he handed off Misha. Listening to Ryla's instructions to the crew, Xarces nods in agreement to all she had to say. A spare set of clothes would do the girl wonders as well, though he wasn't entirely certain that any of the crew would have some to spare, and the important part was that she was safe and secure on board.<br/><br/>With both Misha and Odette taken care of Xarces turns to smile upon Ryla "Nice work, flying her over here....though it was probably easier flying without my weight weighing her down." he says with a soft smile, eluding to the fact she had flown earlier with both he and Odette inside her tummy. His cyan eyes darting from her own for the briefest of moments, to settle in against her middle, settling against her cute little tum. The memory of it still fresh in his mind, how soft, silky, and tight it's walls had been. How weak, yet persistent the muscles had been, and the acids much the same...why had he not known any better he'd of wagered he'd be at little risk within it's lovely confines. Yet the soupy remains of it's previous passenger, and the manner in which it oh so eagerly stripped away parts of his own weakened body,where evidence enough that given enough time inside he too would have been claimed irreversibly by the beautiful kitsune's body. Admittedly not a bad fate, as a slight blush would color his cheeks at the thought of becoming a permanent addition to her lovely chest, or magnificent rear.<br/><br/>Only when she speaks to him does he snap out of his musings. "Oh, of course, think nothing of it Ryla." he says, and without another word, steps forward to embrace her in a hug. He knew she'd been upset, and he, in that moment had wanted nothing more in the world than to bring a smile back to her face. Now that he'd done just that, why he couldn't be happier. Whatever had happened to cause the harpy to live, he was thankful, be it his own skill or otherwise, the fact of the matter was Misha was alive, and Ryla, why she was no longer crying. "I'm just...glad I could help." he says softly, holding her close against his broad, strong chest. His feathered wings enfolding her body, help both to hold her close, and shield her from the cold spray of the sea. "And Ryla..." he adds, pulling back to look down into her eyes "Your much prettier when you smile."