<em>'The girl,' </em>Dean said, and a pale blue fox wearing what appeared to be a variety of silver-and-opal jewellery strolled out of the shadows with a snort. It glanced over the loaded boat and the preparations that had been made, seeming unimpressed with the work, then looked between Donovan and Methuseld as if to emphasize how much it was -not- looking at the nerdy teenage version of Dean. Then, with a flick of its tail, it leaped lightly up and straight into Methuseld's chest, apparently quite certain that she would react appropriately by catching and holding, not fumbling or dropping. The little animal seemed no worse for whatever had happened below decks with Dean, just as fluffily adorable as ever; if anything, it looked bored with this next set of escape plans. It confirmed that by yawning and setting its muzzle on the General's shoulder.<br/><br/><em>The girl</em>that padded out onto the deck next did not seem equally complacent. "We are here still. Why?" this human-shaped Aza impertinently wanted to know, also addressing everyone who was not Dean. Then, looking at the fox snuggled in Methuseld's arms, she made a sound of exasperation and stormed over, pulling one of the necklaces over its head. "Not yours, I told you," she informed fox-Aza, whose fur color perfectly matched her hair. Person-Aza was in a short, skin-fitting black dress that presumably came from wherever the jewellery had, somewhere within the massive magical maze the ship had become. She was still dressed better for an early evening wine tasting at the Vizier's tower than a boat ride to shore, but at least she had a cloak along now.<br/><br/>The fox huffed and glared, which Aza did right back, making the fox sigh and make a show of cuddling into the General's neck. Aza's skyblue eyes narrowed even further, until she switched her gaze to Donovan and it got all wide and cutely serious. "Leave now?" she inquired. "When they arrive, the ship, they cannot harm. Not so, for..." She was about to say 'for me.' "For us," she concluded, making the concession that they were a group, at least temporarily. That meant that technically she agreed with Dean. Luckily, she didn't know that. Or what 'stupor' meant, for that matter.