Snippet #2342537

"Are you alright?"

The voice behind her startled her. Wait... how in the hell did he get behind her in the first place? She would have noticed if he'd come up the stairs. Whirling around she shot her gaze upwards to meet his sharp green eyes. Scratch that, why was he even asking if she was alright? No one ever did that. She was just a pirate, a low life, scum, the lowest of the low. Nothing, nobody, would ever think about her. With a wide grin she answered him, all thoughts on how he'd gotten behind her long gone.

"This?" She nodded her head to the scratch along her shoulder and back. Sure it looked terrible because of all the blood, but it wasn't that deep. Runa had taken far worse before, "This is nothing. If I'm still breathing, I'm good to go!" She boasted and turned back to the wheel. A familiar feeling welled up at the back of her throat. Loneliness. However, the expert pirate hid the feeling with a broader smile as she steered her ship gracefully through the sky.

"Everyone okay?"

"Just fine up here!" Raruna answered back with a slight wave of her hand, she tipped her hat at the woman who had asked the question. A bright smile curved her lips as she turned back to her wheel and their trajectory through the sky.

Runa's gaze dropped down to the deck where the rest of the people where after she'd readjusted their course. Some looked injured, probably a bit worse than herself. Her smile turned into a bit of a frown and she reached back into her pouch to touch the healing crystal. Did she dare let someone else handle it? Did she even want to pull it out and use it for someone else? Her throat tightened as she thought about it. They would need it, those that looked injured, especially the woman with the cut across her neck. Then there was the one who was sick on the side of her deck. Her stone wouldn't heal his sickness, but maybe it would make him feel better? It was worth a try anyway.

With a heavy sigh, she reached back and pulled the stone from her pocket and turned back to the man who had addressed her earlier. What was his name again? Icarus right? Yeah, that sounded about right.

"Icarus, here take this. Use it to heal the wounded," she said and handed it to him without looking him in the eye. She bit her lip as she turned back to the wheel of her ship, "And I want that back!" She snapped as an after thought. She settled against her ships wheel, maneuvering them through the skies, her thoughts not on their direction at all. No, Runa's thoughts were with the company she was in. When was the last time she had a friend? Had she ever really had one before? She couldn't really remember, all that came to mind were the fights she'd always gotten into in the streets of Barberry.

Nothing of significance ever happened there, least of all friends. Icarus' question towards her well being definitely threw her off, but it was an internal struggle that Runa was more than accustomed to. Easily pushing it aside, she had a bright smile back on her lips, however forced or faked it was. She'd gained enough practice to make it seem real enough. There would be time to worry about his statement later -which meant never- so in the meantime, Runa concentrated on her ship and nothing else.