Luana let her glare drop and smiled at Dean, she knew her rage was not going to get anywhere by killing him if she even could. “Maybe we should bury the hatchet? I doubt a fight will do this...boat any good." If things did turn nasty again she did have a teleport prepared, she always did and could do some damage.<br/><br/>She headed for the lower deck still holding a fire spell ready to let fly if necessary and saw the fox and Methuseld and smiled “Evening Methuseld, you and I are going to be the best of friends.“ She turned to Donovan “Lets all be friends, or at least not enemies.” Maybe she could still pull this off without violence