"It would be fine," she said, stretching her arms over her head with her fingers laced together, "but it's not mine. I don't have a say in whether or not they use it to pay passage." Kisara rolled her neck from side to side, working out a kink she hadn't realized she'd gotten. "Look, I can talk to the captain and see what she wants. Or you can ask Zavros and . . . his companion," she still hadn't gotten the woman's name, "if they're willing. I'd give you all I've got, but I already did."<br/><br/>She stood up, bracing one hand on the mast as she let her balance adjust. "Balan, I understand where you're coming from. You can't afford to be on the wrong side of the Realm - who can? And losing the crew . . . well, I wouldn't say they'd follow me for sure." She hesitated before moving towards the cabin they'd set the captain in to convalesce. "But you could do worse than allying yourself with folk like us, and I'll make that point to your captain as well."