In between these diverging points of conversation the noise of laborer's industry was urgent, clumsy, as though some siren on the water called the<em>Mercy </em>back among the waves. If one were to follow Doctor Rehner's eyes up to the shaggy tangle of trees, where she traced the path of Aloisa's finger in stillness while groups of crewmen barreled past to deliver cargo crates to tightly-packed wagons, a dread could be seen settling uneasy. Perhaps it was not the sea which called them, but the island which repelled.<br/>"Wolfs," said Rehner. "But we must go even with them."<br/><br/>In all haste the crew reached a barter over Medb's share of mainland supplies. There was, perhaps, a hint of recognition for her bellowed offer of help. There was something, in the eyes of the crewman accepting her coin. But it was dimly remembered, the way Rehner spoke the common tongue, and the ship was calling.<br/><br/>With two wagons loaded, Doctor Rehner and much of the crew withdrew to leave a void of space for pleasant conversation, the rhythmic crash of waves against bluff, the distant communications of gulls. There was time for Danae's savage whip-wounds to be treated, although the dockside amenities were poor at best.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Danae's condition</div><div class="spoiler_body">I have Danae at 4/25 HP. She received some temporary hit points on the ship, which gave her a buffer, not not lasting healing.</div></div>