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Rose: Curious Circumstances

Rose, seeing that the man's demeanor seemed to change - but not having been able to clearly identify what it had been a moment before - Rose was suspicious, but not enough to distract her from the wounded.

ANTIE-D was only a few steps behind Rose, and had Nari with her. Rose didn't even notice, except that she heard (but couldn't decipher) ANTIE-D speaking to the pixie in its own language. It was apparently something ANTIE-D had just recently picked up on.

Rose bent over the wounded woman, and noticed her vitals were fading fast- tremendously so. She pulled closer to the woman, and encircled her in a stasis spell. It would keep her from dying just long enough for Rose to start Healing her. So she hoped.

She closed her eyes and began to Heal the woman, putting one hand above the wound, and the other below it. She heard Nari approach - that annoying and unmistakable tinkling - and tried to ignore her. But Nari had a choice piece of information to impart, and she did. This woman, according to ANTIE-D, was part of the Dragon Dynasty? That didn't seem right to Rose, but there was nothing she could say about it out loud without the other stranger understanding. After all, while Rose could understand Pixie, she couldn't speak it, and the strange man would be privy to anything she said in return. Rose chose to ignore the information for the moment.

"Whatever, Nari. Go on." she said. If the man could somehow understand Pixie (as rare a language as it was) she wanted him to think the information unimportant to her. After all, since she was part angel, she picked up on vibes from people, kind of like auras. And this man's showed he wasn't to be trusted.

Rose continued to try Healing the odd old woman from the inside out.

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Taran: Discharging the Passengers

As Lizbeth responded to his half-formed question in a manner that showed she obviously had access to at least some of her memories and mannerisms from when she was alive (part of which he had to assume, but she did act more like an important dragon than the practically helpless woman he had picked up), Taran composed himself. She called him Sai Taran, though, which was another one of those disturbing facts. Three times now... no, make that four, if Rose were to be counted, in the last few days, did someone seem to recognize his position. n**, Rose, Creighton, and now Lizbeth. Lowfyr was going to either fire him, or send him on an obscure mission far far away, to a very, very cold planet, very soon.

He bowed, and as he raised back up, addressed what Lizbeth had said.

"I am glad she is well, then. We have landed, at Dragon's house. I am sure that Dragon will have the facilities n** requires, and that you will be able to get your rest, as well, Lady Lizbeth. Creighton should be on his way out now." he finished, and walked over to n**.

He was impressed by the job Lizbeth had done, but still also harbored a great respect for n**. He picked her up carefully, holding her slung in his arms, supporting her under her knees and behind her back, leaning her head against his chest.

"After you?" he asked Lizbeth, ready to follow her off the ship with n**.