DEATHBEDS

She expects to be met with demands, for although it is a selfish and unorthodox tactic for gain, the wraith knows that she would have seized the window of opportunity from one as desperate as she. And yet, the Armada queen is a benevolent spirit ( quite perfectly contrasting with her malevolent father ) and offers her the remedial concoction free of charge, causing the slightest breath of relief to cascade from slackened jaws as the pregnant woman informs her of the ingredients for her brother?s treatment. She listens intently, storing the sovereign?s speech within the confines of her calculating mind although it is quite useless for one as clueless in the art of healing as is she, but she supposes that she could locate the herbs if she is provided a description of each. Before her question even formulates upon an eager tongue, the queen pitches an offer that the wraith is in no position to refuse; and although the task is likely more time consuming than receiving a description, she knows that it?ll be more beneficial to her in the long run. ?I owe you my brother?s life,? she claims, and although she does not verbally utter a word of thanks, her gratitude is evident in the exasperated tone her vocals harbor. A curt nod of her skull confirms her acceptance of Roman?s proposal, willowy limbs propelling her elegantly across the Tortugan threshold as she made to follow the queen?s lead.