Cima contorted her face in an elaborate, insolent expression (behind Salaah's back, ofcourse) before muttering some spawn-of-a-foul-phrase beneath her breath. 'Spin a better sob story... but that was pure gold!' She thought with another sniff - though this time the sound was one of impertinence, not sorrow. At least they were getting on their way... she'd bother Wilfie for a drama lesson when they returned home. 'Maybe it was the old comment...' Scratching her cheek as she mused over the new twist to their story, the lens of her vision adjusted to take in the rough arrival of the Captain. She glanced between the characters and their faces, taking special note, before sauntering along with the mini herd.
Her brow and ears quirked at Tyriont's actions - not that she particularly cared, she was just making an observation. With a 'plop' she landed alongside Melle, turning toward her friend and offering her hands just in case her assistance was needed. Seemed she was okay, so Cima made herself comfortable.
"I'd imagine so. Hey, captain, your ship has big buckets, right?" Tail twitching, she gestured toward the Elezen with a lift of her chin, meanwhile casting the blonde-haired Hyur a curious stare.
Her brow and ears quirked at Tyriont's actions - not that she particularly cared, she was just making an observation. With a 'plop' she landed alongside Melle, turning toward her friend and offering her hands just in case her assistance was needed. Seemed she was okay, so Cima made herself comfortable.
"I'd imagine so. Hey, captain, your ship has big buckets, right?" Tail twitching, she gestured toward the Elezen with a lift of her chin, meanwhile casting the blonde-haired Hyur a curious stare.
