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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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[checkbelowdecks]

Amoretta? [have an tired Isabela. Who actually had to do some work for once.]

[covetly]

[ oh gosh finally--she sounds just as worn out as she perks up and quickly calls back ]

I'm in here!

[checkbelowdecks]

[stomps down in the crew quarters] What is it?

[covetly]

[ sob she's....latches onto what looks like a pile of bundled-up pillows ]

Please...help me. [ ;-; ]

i meant action oops

[freila]

...Amoretta?

[ boy he sounds exhausted, but he's not going to ignore what sounds like her voice. he's outside her cabin but he doesn't want to knock if he's wrong... ]

sdjks :>

[covetly]

Yes, I'm in here...! [ ;-; oh my godddddd people , finally--no one could hear her before over all the excitement ]

[freila]

[ he pushes the cabin door open just enough to peek inside. ]

Are you okay?

[covetly]

[ She is just...latched onto a pile of pillow on her cot here )8 looking more than a little frazzled and exhausted ]

Please help me... My Flask is tilted and I can't move the pillows.

[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?

[covetly]

--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.

[bitenotbark]

[Ziva isn't usually one to ignore a distress call, and as she is passing by one of the cabins she hears the call for help.]

Who is there? Are you injured?

[covetly]

I'm in here...! [ She's not injured but she's defnitely looked better ): she's a little frazzled and obviously fatigue, her arms wrapped securely around a bunch of pillows stationed around a large glass bottle ]

[bitenotbark]

[Is she sea sick? Ziva steps in and looks at her almost blankly.]

What is the problem?

[covetly]

My Flask... Please, it's tilted--I can't touch it.