Firefly Ravine Bleak

As if in a daze, the woman blundered past and off into the ravine. Lilia raised a brow and frowned; how rude, she thought. But she wasn't completely apathetic to their situation, and gave her a pass when Njord started to explain what had happened. She was shocked into silence. Her mouth opened slightly when she learned that Quennell had been injured, and that he hadn't been fit to travel. She immediately came up with questions but found them sticking in her throat. 

The urgency in Njord's voice stifled what would have been an oppositional response. She clamped her mouth shut, and nodded. She'd let them know, if she found them, even though she had no idea who Swordfish was. But she still had questions. And the one burning at the forefront of her mind was why are they running away from you?

They hadn't been far off- they should have heard Meerkat and Njord shouting out for them. And yet they continued on. Fleeing the bear, perhaps? Sickened by pain and malaise? Or were they pirates on the run, as Quennell had always intended?

"I heawd him shout. That way, I think," She said, gesturing. She pointed off, toward the mountains- across the Ravine. She could have been wrong. Perhaps she was being intentionally wrong- but now she had a warning to deliver to her leader, and like the others, she would not waste a minute.