In the night, we feel so alive

He cleared his throat again as Ellara stepped closer. Then forcefully blew through his nose down at the water. With a ragged sigh, he lifted his face to the fae.

"Alive. Thank you." He replied, his eyes watery and stinging. She had taken most of these brutes herself! "Well done." He remarked as his lungs finally started to clear though his throat still burned.
His brows furrowed as he noticed she was favoriting her side. Little droplets of blood hit the water in illuminated circles. He was no worse for wear, somehow as he had been fighting none of his scrapes had given him much lasting damage. Although his tussle with some slavers before had given him the worst kind of bruise along his back that took weeks to heal.

As his breath evened out he growled a warning at her. He was not keen on letting her get on that boat by herself with her injury. He scrambled himself aboard and took care to watch any corners or shadows hiding cowardly slavers. He stepped in front of her as they approached a door to the lower deck. He pushed it open and took in the scents. It was a fairly shallow boat but it had some supplies.

"Alright. It's clear," he said with a guttural huff backing out of the small hold and letting her ransack any goods she might find. He kept his eyes on the rest of the boat and the shore.

"Speech!"