Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10906938-20140218020301/@comment-11457306-20140302043553

M'Nara had busied herself with arranging the bags and crates so that they balanced the little craft out. Sicarius sat in the stern and watched the shoreline. She made a backrest for the Prince--no--King, she corrected herself and then a prop for his foot. She gave him water and an apple. She wished mightily for some healing herbs or something for the pain for him. The foot was swollen. Finally she sat down next to him and sat quietly, listening to the water lap against the sides of the small craft and watching the banks for threats or prey. Her bow was handy beside her.