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She watched him pet at the horses with perhaps some amusement...he wasn't one to lavish too much affection on anything side from her or Ramoth really...though his own little armor style Zephmare was quick to assert himeslf as the first reciever of Malik's attention, knowing full well that he was supposed to be keen on Malik and making sure he got the attention he was supposed to and not letting his sibling or the others soak any of it up. Of course Piper only gave the other three thier pets to make up for that. Which got a little chuckle from her before a soft sigh and a look back to Malik. "You think I shoulder take Zahara and Sevilin, maybe Arthur to this little ball thing?"

Well...this was interesting. Really really interesting. He felt wary of her, yet at the same time didn't and was just a willing participant to just be there for her. Perhaps he was doing it because if he ever had himself a break down again...well those were hard to get through alone. And like it or not, she soothed him in an odd way that he couldn't really understand.

Though he gave her somewhat of a lopsided grin. "Well...if it makes you feel any better, I forgive you. You're young, you don't want to be told no, I understand that. I'm far older and am all to used to hearing it...but I can't expect it from anyone else."

"Well...when you're nine hundred years old, you come find me and we'll find out then, now won't we?" He watched with some amusement as she wrinkled her nose and then launched into one of her little defiant acts, though this seemed to be one of mockery and play. Could they be that? Apparently they could.

He shook his head lightly, eyes looking down at her, then drifitng a little further down to take in the rest of her before coming back up to her own eyes. Well...seemed she was in a much better mood already. But he took an arm from around her a moment ot scribe a series of runes in the air to acivate a second circle of them around that natural pool to get it cleaned and what not. Hey, how do you think he got it uninfested of underdark things in the first place?

His attention returned to her as she moved away from him, for apparently she was done with him and didn't need his comfort anymore, back to her old self he could say. Though he raised an eyebrow at her at her question and lightly crossed his arms. "Yes, this is where I'm going to live....and who says a cave can't be a house...when I'm through with it then you won't know the difference...I'm just working out the skeleton structure right now." A raised eyebrow and a smirk. "Didn't hear you complaining about the eventual bathroom..."

"Flattery will get you nowhere." He watched her a moment, trying to cover up indications that her mind wanted her back in reverie. She wasn't as slick as she thought she was really. "Yes, it will...for my tastes anyway and that's all that matters. Will just be me and mine here anyway, who cares if anyone else likes it..." But he raised an eyebrow to her before sighing lightly. "Would you like me to take you back to the fortress so you can get some rest?"

Moonstone hadn't had time to turn away from what he was doing when the shake struck. He had no choice, really. His arns were bloody to the elbow, a white cloth had been tied around his snout, and his sleeves were rolled back as far up as the could go. What was he doing now? Cleaning off a newborn with a towel. The mother was exaughsted, but he'd have to look after her in a minute. Clean the child, hand it to mother, start cleaning mother. Luckey for him they had set up this small room (the 'maternity ward') just last week. The teenage girl had just thanked him for the delivery, and appologized for the father not being home to help.

Aella looked to the wisp who had been comanding so many things of her, and she would have rushed to help if she could have. But her staff, after having stopped working, suddenly worked too well. Sometimes it would kick up windstorms so violent that the blue the Integrity off course, sometimes it seemed as if a stream of wind came from the staff itself, and Aella couldn't get near it to try to turn it off.

"I see you haven't earned yer sealegs quite yet, eh Lass?" THe Captain asked her with a rather friendly voice, given that she was not drow and he most certainly hated that fact. "Can you muster enough courage to fetch me that mageling you're holding on too, and me Whirlwind?" He asked nicely. Maybe too nicely, but that would be because he never seemed to have that tone anymore.

Warhammer lumbered over to where the girl-wolf and Tarathiel were leaning against the rail, "What brings you here, Captain?"

"Oh, I have this most wonderful feeling, like several years of stress has been lifted from me."

"How many Mariliths did it take, sir." Warhammer's voice was almost callous, as callous as he ever has been.

"I don't know, I lost track." The captain lied. Turning back to the sick, "Drink this." He handed her a small green vial, "It cures sickness." He wasn't lying.

Warren, loloking much stronger and healthier than he ever had before, pointed to the poop deck, where Aella was struggling with her staff. She was holding it, and it seemed to be blowing in her face. Warren blushed. ((I wonder why...)) "Um, I'll get her."

The blowing suddenly stopped, and Aella looked windblow, of course. Warren tapped her shoulder, she obliged with a 'hmmm?"

"captain wants to see you."

She gave the whips a look. "Okay, I'm coming." Hop, skip, and a jump and they were waiting to here what the captian hat to say.