Thalya Balworth (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=90729)<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w172/minarou/d51733c7-212f-4bfc-ad58-a6d67e51b00c.jpg)</div><br/>The battle has been won, somehow. But it has left some of them weary and drained, like Thalya.  In addition to the welting scratches she received to her chest, her fingers and palms were bleeding from cuts and scrapes which were the result of ropes, which she desperately grabbed on to, arresting her fall into the ocean.  With the same bloody hands, and arms, she vainly tries preserving her modesty by covering her bounteous breasts, adding more red stains to her already wounded mounds.<br/><br/>When Alyssa offered to clean and tend to her wounds, the sorceress only gave her a token resistance before relenting.  “No, I’m fine.  Really, it’s just a flesh wound.”  In spite of them being covered, Thalya could tell the concern and care she felt in Alyssa’s hands as they held still the sorceress’ chest while cleaning it with a piece of cloth she tore from her person.  Something stirred within the beauteous dark-haired woman when with this strong-willed, flamed-haired warrior of a girl before her that was tending to her.  She is not sure if such a feeling was appropriate at the moment though.  Suddenly remembering about Norton, Thalya joined Alyssa as the female ship captain next checked on her nephew, who took much of a beating during the fight and looked worse for wear.<br/><br/>“Norton, my nephew! Please, by the grace of Lux, hang in there!”<br/>