"Puckernuts."  Aeryn says mildly when he finishes with her task.  Her armor, crossbow and quarrels have survived all the excitement.  She is very thankful for tht, he studded leather body armor and light crossbow were custom- made for her and are of very high quality indeed.  She glances at her boots, they will ahve to be cleaned and oiled thoroughly soon.  And her pants and what's left of her underwear are still wet with saltwater.  She hesitates, then after a quick look at the elven women she skins out of them and spreads them out to dry.  Morgan takes her disrobing in stride with a half smile, Xen's eyes appear to widen slightly, and is that a slight flush in her cheeks?  Aeryn is neither a nudist nor a tease, she dons clean clothes much like what she was wearing on the ship: Tough cotton shirt and pants, but with sandals instead of her boots.  Those she tends to straight away, rinsing the salt grime away and scrubbing them diligentyly.  Oiling will have to wait until they dry.<br/><br/>She flows down into  a cross legged position on the ground - a normal one, not the odd pose she had assumed ile meditating.  "i have very little left.  Much of my gear is at the bottom of the sea, some may be washed ashore on other beaches.  Much of this,"  she wavs a hand at the ruined pile. "May have been saved if properly packed.  We had very little time."  She drops her eyes to the ground before her and broods briefly.  "From what we packed, I salvaged a very few scrolls, some minor healing potions, two for treating disease.  Some of my clothes, assorted bulk survival and trade goods."  She looks at them appealingly  "I'm sorry, I was grabbing things for the raft pretty much at random towards the end."  She brightens slightly "The box of bulk mundane medical supplies came through almost unscathed."  She nods at a large box with a replica of Her caduceus tattoo marked on each of its' faces.