<br/>When guards about the deck an about the door were in place Chloe returned to the quarters to find the others in different states.<br/><br/>The sorceress found it hard to read the druid, perhaps the call of the wilderness made it impossible to fathom their agenda's unless one was them.<br/><br/>The other two had seen to giant insects and thankfully none were harmed other than a few scratches and bruises.<br/><br/>Chloe felt lucky to have such a capable team, and more so for the warrior being able to notice fighting-reflexes tightly wound. Cairn knew what to say and what not to to slowly release the flight-or-fight response in the rogue. Watching it happen was amazing. Minutes later food arrived and Rum also. God awful stuff but it did calm the nerves and was more sensible to store than barrels of mead on a ship.<br/><br/>Wooden mugs full of rum were passed around and a small keg of the precious liquid was swaying on the low roof, amidst nets full of what used to be in their saddle bags. Eyeing the hound saw its eyes returned, calm blinks. It new Chloe was no threat to it or at least behaved like it was so. Powerful creature, apparently took care of one of the summoned forms more or less on its own.<br/><br/>Chloe's hands kneaded each other, normally at such a time Sethi and Chloe would be at a camp fire under the stars and while a rabbit was roasted Chloe would be creating more glass molds of some sort or the other. On a ship that wasn't so easy, Chloe's marble bag was empty and the molds couldn't do much without a small fire and billows. Instead the sorceress inspected the wooden mug in her hand after smelling its potent contents. IT was engraved with something the sailors had worked with by a knife. Hmm it wasn't wood, it was bone. Very rustic. Another snip found Chloe at a point where she realized more would have her senses mulled so she instead placed in on the table.<br/><br/>Both the rogue and the warrior looked impressively lean, not bulky in musculature like male fighters. Thin, slim, ones which used positioning and the environment to their advantage. Their blades just as lean and as hard as they were.<br/><br/>Not feeling useful was an awkward feeling, and instead Chloe repositioned her clothing and good about her head incessantly before standing. The rock of the boat was increasing now, the wind seemingly finding the ship again. They were making fast progress, wherever it was. There was a portal window that had a thick closeable wooden awning in case of a storm and through this the sorceress peered, waiting for the others to sleep. It was her time to stay on watch.