Akara was as usual immune to the turbulence around her, unless it was her own emotions other didn't both her to much. The Kings anger rolling off him in waves did little to disturb her. She wished she'd arrived in time to hear Ravus's idea but figured she'd hear of it later, from what she knew of him it was probably something gun related.<br/><br/>The Kings next comment directed at Aryia caught her attention and pissed her off. She turned her dark eyed glare at the will user "You did what." She said her voice deadly calm, un-repressed anger was evident in her face. She hated those that treated the poor like dirt, it wasn't so long ago that her own people had been treated as such. She took a deep breath grabbing a hold of the dangerous anger leaping to life within her, tempting her to hurl the snobby woman over the railing. She calmed just slightly and wanted to say something to the woman but decided she didn't trust herself to so turned her attention back to the king who seemed to have finished with the idiot of a Captian.<br/><br/>She nodded pleased to be going home. She wished fleetingly she could warn her city. The best she could do was to be on the first ship to arrive. They would welcome their King with open arms but she knew her home they would hesitate even if only for a moment without her there to help put the people at ease. "Majesty I'd like to stay on  the flag ship and be one of the first to arrive in Aurora. The quicker we can organize places for the refugees the better."<br/><br/>The day had been a hard one and the thought of her small city left her feeling stressed and uneasy. She didn't know how they would accommodated them all quickly but it was safe. She rubbed her eyes looking tired faining exhaustion she turned from the group out towards the sea and lifted the edge of her flowing top. The gash across her ribs was starting to bother her as the potion wore off. "Shit" she breathed taking in the sight of the torn flesh that was just starting to stop bleeding. The layers of her closer fitting clothes were soaked threw with blood and she needed to tend the wound. "Hate stitches." she muttered ripping the lower section of her shirt and the flowing outer fabric of her pants to bind it "and I don't need anymore scars" she said with a trace of annoyance in her mutterings. She knew Aryia could probably heal it but she was far to made at the mage to even consider it at the moment.