<div class="floatleft">(https://sphotos-a-ord.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-prn1/11486_472515519502886_1397050930_n.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Character:</strong><strong>Amara Smite</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Aboard The Rising Sun: below deck<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Narindi, Open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Amara watched as the woman got to her feet and disappeared behind one of the corridors while she sat down beside Rennet. Slowly she ran her fingers through his hair as she watched over a few of the other men. Many of them had a few cuts and scrapes that would heal fine but she was concerned about Rennet. His head would need to be stitched, the gash in it wouldn't heal as well otherwise, but she had help on this journey. She didn't normally end up working alone, not when the moments were serious, but it was good to have someone who could do the running for her. Someone who was eager to help, and of course with all the ruckus going on above deck, it was best that she stayed below. It was best as many of them who could, would. Allowing those above deck to do what needed to be done, so they could get on their way with little to no further issues.<br/><br/>Amara's attention was drawn from the men in her care as she heard the deep cry of a dragon that was overhead. Yet another complication. She knew most of the men above deck however. They had dealt with this type of thing and worse many times. Just in case however Amara and Narindi would have to get the men patched and back to work quickly. To allow room if another decided to join the ranks of those needing help.<br/><br/>Amara's attention was drawn to the young storm singer as she rounded a corner, blankets stacked high over her head, hiding her face. Amara shook her head, she was eager to help, to make sure that the men of the crew were safe, it was a good quality but Amara did wonder if perhaps she was going to end up pushing herself to hard. She knew on many occasions there would be times it was needed, but right now the worst off was Rennet, and Amara was just confident enough that she would pull him through.<br/><br/>She opened the box as Narindi set it down beside her. Inside were needles, bottles of whiskey and other such items that she used when stitching up her fellow crew mates. She let out a laugh as Narindi rushed to gather up water. The way she moved was rather calming in such a time of tension and concern it was a good thing. She tossed the woman a rag as she lifted Rennet's head and slid under him allowing it to rest on her knee.<br/><br/>"That will need to be wet, folded is so it can be placed on his head without causing problems with his breathing, mostly his forehead and eyes. The other men will recover soon enough, they'll just have to shake a bit of the shock. Our priority right now is Rennet. Getting him back up and active, and making room in case one of the crew above decides to tackle the dragon alone."