*Upon Rag's refusal, some light in the young woman's face died. She smiled slightly as Nictos took half, but it did not reach her eyes. The rest of the apple disappeared into a pant's pocket.*

It was just an offer. I underestand ye may not like magical healing. And I hope that helps ye Sir Nictos.

*Without another word, the halfling walked across the deck and out onto the bowsprit. To the experienced eye she had gained sea-legs amazingly fast. Dodging the ropes, she sat on the very end, delicately balanced, dangling her legs over the water. An odd, wordless, melancholy tune floated over the ship behind her.*

(ooc: two questions: 1) Are not all the fellows bunking together? And 2) Does any body need a diagram of ships' terminologies (ie. bowsprit, stem, stern, port, starboard, etc?))
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