Ana's young face clouded somewhat as she settles down, pulling Lauralana's head into her lap to softly stroke the sand-mired silver hair. "If something is troubling her and comes to harrass us while she is so weakened, I fear what we can do." It was a sigh of relief that is given as the boat begins to slowly drift away. "Perhaps it is simply the night falling, did you and she not feel a bit more ..strange wtih the Moon then normal coming?"