The sorceress prattled. Aodh rolled his eyes a little, shoulders slumping as he clutched at his staff. He rarely paid much thought to recognition, and her confession of love... Well, it was not his concern. Suffice to say he might have been nauseated if he was actually paying attention, but his eyes continued to train themselves on the fighter. He began up the stairs at her prompting, slowly, looking the part of a tired old man, when the witch doubled over in pain. All eyes were on her for a moment, even Aodh's. And then Cairn's voice cut through the blithering like a piece of flint.<br/><br/><em>"Get up here now, she might need you!"</em><br/><br/>The command elicited a smirk from Aodh.<em>She recognizes danger, at least,</em>he thought, glancing over his shoulder and uttering a sharp whistle. Mausen turned and bounded from the door, skittering to a halt by Aodh's feet. With his companion heeling once more, he started up the stairs with a renewed vigor. He reached the landing where the party was gathered, stopping next to the fighter for a moment. The great dane snuffed at her feet, and uttered a small whine.<br/><br/>"Dress," he rasped, turning his gaze to the sorceress. "We find out what's wrong and then we leave. The Silver Spray is waiting at the docks."