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[covetly]

[ There are few things more frightening than being in a huge battle...and having to worry more about the rocking and shaking of the boat when your only means of existence is a fragile glass flask that you are incapable of touching. Which meant that for the whole ordeal Amoretta's had to stay in her cabin, holding all her pillows around it as best

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[whitecovered]

[Passing by. Hearing this.

...BC damn this loss. He can't ignore her plea for help not that he'd do that anyway in good conscience but it's so much harder to weasel out of helping now that he actually has limbs and hands.]

Is something the matter?

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--In here, please! [ skjfsk ;A; she's just clinging to what looks like a pile of pillows with a...glass jar in the middle )8 and looks completely exhausted ]

[whitecovered]

[He goes inside and then just stares...WHAT IS THIS...before going to help her.]

Are you all right?

[covetly]

I'm alright--but my Flask...please be careful with it.

[whitecovered]

Your Flask?

[Eying dat flask. What does he do with it?...]

[covetly]

If it gets damaged it might break.

[whitecovered]

[Well, yeah but...he still doesn't know what to really do with it. At least he'll try to gently hold the flask upright though.]

Perhaps some proper padding is required.

[covetly]

I tried to cover it up as best I could....

[whitecovered]

You cannot touch it directly?

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No... It's my loss.

[whitecovered]

How incredibly inconvenient.

[What to do what to do...he's thinking that if they somehow get a box and put the flask in there, then superstuff it with pillows and cloth or whatever around it, that it could hold nicely. But who knows if they have the materials.]

[covetly]

[ ;; She'd love if there was--maybe an empty barrel? ]

Yes...

[whitecovered]

This whole ordeal could be made easier on you, given the proper materials. I ask that you wait a moment.

[He'll act on that, then, and leave to find a barrel/box/whatever. FETCH QUEST TIME!]

[covetly]

...? [ GO BOOK GO *A* HEROOOO ]

[whitecovered]

[GOD. REDUCED TO ERRAND BOY. Even though that's like, nearly all their work back home. But a while later, he comes back with a small empty crate. Or something. Pretend there was one lying around somewhere.]

[covetly]

[ SOUNDS PERFECT. She is just sitting on the floor beside her flask sob )'8 ]

...! You found something!