Nobody_314
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Patricia
Down the hall of the ship, the scurrying creature easilly outmaneuvered it's sudden assailant and found refuge on the small man's shoulder. She looked down at this strange walking fish as it began to hopelessly wander around the others in search for her. In a few moments however, it did seem to catch wind of her and propped itself up on Flynyas' leg. She paid it no mind and slinked over to his other shoulder. The stature of her current seat did not provide much distance away from the upstretched fish-thing than she would prefer.
Flynyas
As Flynyas eyed the deck, he too took in that Beaux was not present. Likely in their mad ravings they had either kept overboard or secluded away in the deeper holds of the ship. For the former, the species they hailed from seemed aquatic to some extent, so probably fine. For the latter, surely they would stumble back up eventually or someone would find them when going down for supplies. All in all, he had fixed the body, but there was nothing he could do for the mind. That would have to work out itself, and he would do his best to fix however they injured themselves along the way.
As they stood in wait, he was approached by the fish creature/familiar of Anziium. It appeared that Anziium had gone against doctor's orders not to exert himself further with magics that obviously put great stress on him... and went through with resummoning the familiar. To an extent, he could not blame him though.
He chuckled as the creature propped itself up on him, causing Patricia to bristle and retreat to his other shoulder. He himself knew very well how lonely it can be without a companion.
He stood patiently looking out over the water as Zephriel buzzed around the others in interrogation about Beaux. When the mad fish-man did make his appearance, with a raised brow he noted that for the most part they seemed sane... at least at this moment. But the dried blood suggests they had been digging at their bandages. The wound would likely have to be recleaned and bandaged later or else it would get infected. Joyous-
All in all, rather than get in between the raging Seraphi and the potentially deranged fish-man, Flynyas stood in wait for what the peculiar stowaway had to say next. Like before... They seemed pure in intention, but he was not yet sold on the "fate" driven nature of their arrival.