<div class="floatright">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/007/1/9/madshy_by_marxis-d8d0twa.jpg)</div>Aiparrah tried to keep the boat from swaying too much as one adventuress plopped onboard after another. "No shaking! Careful now, but quick quick! Be quick~ Tsana come on. Boat is a great idea! We can't leave it, it's our boat. Or, would you like to swim instead? Stars have chosen the boat Tsana, don't dally on the details now," she said, trying her best to 'hasten their retreat. What was it with these fluffy heads all of a sudden mistrusting their trusted boat just because it was their only choice? Stars knew they would probably try to swim if no one was there to tell otherwise.<br/><br/>In her efforts to ensure organized boarding of a tiny rowboat Aiparrah had nearly missed a danger lurking above head still. She squinted eyes to see them - gaunt silhouettes of the fallen. "Poor things... Don't be too harsh on them Serylia. There are many kinds of undead, right? They could be friendly, or at the very least not enemy. Who knows, right?" Still, it was reassuring to have the half angel's prayers by them. If they were indeed undead, no way were they getting within earshot of the holy murmurs.<br/><br/>Aiparrah diverted herself to helping move the boat. "I take the other oar!" She scooted butt-to-butt against Kitira, tail tickling the scantily clad kitten's back as it wafted from side to side. "If we wish for speed it's better to have two rowers," she observed in the usual wise fluffy elf tone. "Pull on 'hop' and lean back on 'huuup'?" She suggested to Kitira.