<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/Irene66.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Sophia Peace-Bond (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1054749)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Female Human Barbarian</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>56<br/><strong>AC:</strong>14<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+5<br/><strong>Temporary effects:</strong>Ward hex from Silvy<br/><hr/>The weight of Silvy's body against her back brought Sophia momentary comfort, and she released the oars, reaching back to take Silvy's hands and lay them against her stomach. "This is all I need," she said wearily, but with a little bit more warmth to her words than she had been feeling a moment earlier. "Knowing that I have you and the others still with me is what keeps me going." She ran her fingers across the backs of Silvy's hands. "My skin isn't any worse than it was yesterday. Save your power for when you see someone's strength failing them."<br/><br/>The greatest strength was in connections to one's comrades, at least so it was for Sophia. The small handful of survivors remaining on the boat was what kept her body moving and her spirits alive. She had been intimate with more than a few of her new tribe - as the leader, she had decided that she should offer herself to all of them, or to none, and the latter simply wasn't an option for her - but even the ones who had not indulged with her still gave her strength. As long as her companions drew breath, there would be power left in her limbs and fire in her spirit.<br/><br/>She brought Silvy's hand to her mouth and kissed it with dry lips. "Make sure the others are as comfortable as they can be. I'm... I'm honestly so proud of us all for getting this far." Her eyes briefly flickered to Muriel, who had impressed her with her resourcefulness and determination. "If it is the gods' will that we perish on this sea, then we'll keep them waiting as long as we can."