You owe me already for waking me at such an hour and then demanding things of me.

[She shakes head at him]

What was stolen?

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[She's....got a point but that isn't stopping Moroha from at least getting some distance. She needs to get out of here...somehow. She runs to the railing of the ship, looking at the water. Could...she swim the shore? Ugh, which way even is shore?

Mythril keeps on her shoulder, frowning]