Seabourne
Certified Idiot
Lucy
Lucy beamed at Hunters praise, happy to have done the right thing. Her eyelids felt heavy despite the adrenaline of running, and she could imagine how tired she must have looked. When she heard that Marie had been captured, it dawned on her all at once that she had forgotten to keep an eye on the white wolf. Her mind flashed back to the traps and weapons that the man who 'owned' Marie carried. The collar that had been clasped around the girl's neck. Lucy still felt deeply uncomfortable with the idea of letting the slaver disappear with Marie in his grasp. Unpleasant or not, she was still a person, not an object.
While Hunter and Johnathan argued, Lucy stood on her toes, looking in either direction past the gate. Surely the slaver would be taking her out of the city. A cacophony of cries rose from far within the city walls. The creatures within were beyond Lucy's grasp. Shifters like that were unheard of, even those who had gone permanently feral. She shivered at the thought of being prey to the scaled beasts. "...if necessary, but fuck it right?" Johnathan said. Lucy directed her attention back to the group, unable to see Marie. "Boys, you're both pretty!" she said, snapping her fingers "But we kind of have something really important right now." She reminded them, scowling. Johnathan and the thief could help or be damned, but the least they could do was not distract everybody.