Mouse turned from her perch out on the prow of the ship. The ocean seemed impossibly vast from this vantage, and the wind rushing through her hair gave her a strange thrill. But there would be time for such indulgence later. She approached... Zavros was discussing building a freighter. Could he really accomplish such a feat?! Either way he seemed to need no encouragement to make that a reality. Talion was having a private moment with the woman he had apparently come to rescue - how fitting that was! But as much as she could have kind words for both of them, much as she disliked it, it was the Dragon with the captain who required her attention.<br/><br/>"The hillfolk are going home," she said as she entered the captain's cabin, also without waiting for a response but also without knocking, "it doesn't matter if my companion has to build them a thousand of those small boats, their home is where they belong, and I with them."<br/><br/>She sized up Kisara, her fingers moving to where her walking stick had been. "If the Realm is hunting you, you're going to stick to the other two, correct? If you do, I'll find you. Once the people I promised to protect are safe."<br/><br/>She smiled grimly, "I expect to find them both alive and hale. Don't disappoint me."