exit stage left

Singed fur stank. Her injuries she could more or less ignore. They weren't crazy enough for her to break down in front of Tyr. Her lungs hurt and her eyes watered as she tried to see as she followed her uncle into the meeting. She came in a little less poised, with tufts of fur sticking if strange directions and covered in soot. She couldn't quit sneezing and at this point it was kind of painful.

But if Tyr wasn't complaining, she wasn't gonna either. She trailed in behind him and settled on a smug smile. they had survived the fire. They could do it again if they wanted to. And why shouldn't they have escaped? They were pirates... well... she was. Tyr she was still working on. With a little training, she was sure he'd make a great pirate- not the king of the pirates, but a good pirate still.