ooc- I guess I'll just continue Lyulfe's mini-adventure, while Skye continues to wait for a response from the captain...
ic- After what seemed an eternity of burning muscles and dog-paddling, Lyulfe wearily hauled himself up over the edge of the boat, pulling the wizard after him. He carried the wet creature to Mormegil's room and set him down nearby.
"Another poisoned creature to tend to," he told Skye in response to her raised eyebrow.
"Let me know if we are given permission to try and help them," he said over his shoulder as he strode out.
Once out of sight he hurried over to the limp figure that was Rong Er. Upon glimpsing her face he picked her up and strode to the crew's room, where his and Skye's beds were.
"Now this looks familiar," he murmured to himself as he looked at the prone figure once again tucked under the sheets in his bed. He reached out to tuck a strand of hair back, but froze and retreated his hand when Rong Er stirred. His face was blank, but Lyulfe was unable to hide the concern from his eyes.