Trico followed her team back to the room, angry welts and stiches around her body where the Beowulf man....err...wolf-handling had been less than good. They didn't quite hurt so much now though, so she regained her smiling obliviousness, and only Laura was any the wiser that it had left in the first place. The whole leader thing was a bit up in the air, but then so was the entire team, so it fit. 

When their fearsome and mighty leader walked over to her bunk, Trico followed her, and took off her staff and blade before sitting down softly next to her, not wanting to open any wounds.
"So, we are an awesome team now! Lets go get some tea and natter about our teamliness" she offered, grinning broadly.