The engine room was like nothing she'd ever seen. Between one step and the next, Vanahara paused in the doorway for a split second, letting her senses pass over the dizzying array of machinery and try to make sense of it. She pushed her shock aside for the moment, though, following the one-armed man towards where the most damage had been done.

Vana cast a critical eye over the still mass of intricate metal, nodding to herself as she considered the problems and how to solve them. She glanced over at the glittering spikes of ice that had punched holes through the ship, then turned back to the man, pointing a thumb over her shoulder at the offenders.

"You'll want one of the hydromancers for those," she said. "Maybe even one of the pyros to melt it away." She stepped forward, laying a hand on one of the outer casings that had a jagged piece torn away, lying on the floor a few feet away. "I can fix the parts, but you'll have to get one of your engineers to put the whole back together."

The man nodded his understanding, and Vanahara turned back to the engine. "Karinot," she muttered under her breath, before leaning down to pick up the severed piece of casing. She tucked the thick metal under her arm and wedged a foot into a safe gap in the engine, starting the climb up to the damaged area. If she was going to repair an entire engine, she might as well start from the top and work her way down.

All Nataly could do was shrug when Ling mentioned Tristam's ...mediocre alchemic abilities. He was better than Solomon. That crap he was trying to peddle tasted like sour water. You could shove an entire lime into the thing and it wouldn't improve that taste. He got pretty sour when Tristam started making drinks too, and hasn't really gotten over it since. Kinda shut himself away. Ah well. He was a tool.

"Hmmm, I don't as much now as I used too," Nataly admitted to the Nightshade. "I mean yeah, when I was a little younger, I'd be all over it, going out during the breaks. Instead of practicing my craft, I would down some craft beverages. But, I mean, we all do stupid stuff while we're young, right? Now, I'm a little more serious about it. Plus it's a lot cheaper to spend my time at the Academy instead of in town buying stuff I don't need, you know?" She looked down at her robes. "Course that storm did do a number on my robes. I really shouldn't have worn them out like that. So yeah, I guess that's one reason to go in town...but yeah."

Alexander had used his body to try and steady one of his patients as he worked while the ship slammed hard. Despite his best efforts he and the patient were still thrown to the ground as he heard the familiar crack of bone combined with an almost unfamiliar searing pain shooting through him. Managing to sit back up he started to mend his own arm to a usable and merely throbbing state. The pain still there but not enough he couldn't simply ignore it and continue with his work. Triage was needed, not fixing every small injury.

"Hopefully that's the end of this and we can continue on our way." He thought out loud as he worked.

Raven could only shake his head at the odd man as he continued to insist on the odd...'moral' question of what they were up to. Either the man had no idea what he was saying, thought he was in a position of power, or just thought asking the question would get all the answers. Regardless, he had little time for the mess as he turned to note a collection of workers coming to the top, some of which who had been stabbed before during the battle, to come repair. He would have to give his thanks to Master Alexander later...or perhaps right now if this man didn't start making sense.

"Mage, you make very little sense to me, nor of what question you seek an answer to. The storm shows no morals, and yet we made it through without asking it for safe passage. As such, we also seek to make sure it does not decide otherwise if it were to say...spread in a new direction. If that is what you seek to know, then be done with it." Raven replied, figuring speaking a bit more cryptically would at least make some sense to the mage...or get him frustrated enough to leave them to their work. Turning to go back, he noted another mage waiting, though oddly could not recall the man, other than the assistance he gave in covering their escape from the decks moments before.

"Fine work during the fight, you must be quite fierce to battle with in general! I wonder if you would be interested in staying with the ship longer after this particular...mission? Storms are quite the force to use as a weapon, as we've both seen." Raven complimented the mage, keeping a sharp eye on the other mage, already knowing that the metal guards would handle the other problems.

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As Vana began to make her way up, the man with the metal arm brought over a ladder, leaning it against the hull of the ship. "There are easier ways than just....well, jumping into things?" The man said, as another worker took a hammer to one of the ice spikes for it to freeze the hammer. "DON'T WASTE THE DAMN TOOLS!"

Turning his attention back to Vana, he decided to best find out what she meant. "So, your friends can take care of these? They are not a problem...but someone falling on em might be...problematic. Thank ya for the help though. Not many people we would want in here usually, but...she's a bit hurt, and will not feel well unless we get the extra help, ya know?"

As they worked up to the top, the engine seemed to slowly be calming down from its previous frantic pace, which in itself seemed to calm the collection of men and women in the room.

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A man who had been helping another worker back to his feet chuckled at Alexander. "Well, that should hopefully be the last time today we do that. Works wonders, can make a bit of a mess on the deck, but the bastards got what they deserved!" The man laughed, entertained by whatever he was talking about. "But, maybe you don't need to worry about that. We took care of the big problem, so now we should have an easy time getting back to the city."

"They'll probably boost the rotors again, and we'll take off as long as the engines are alright from that disaster. And no one caught anything...contagious from the storm...You don't think there is anything like that? Like, Storm Sickness or something?"

"I didn't doubt you men could handle this. Though saying it should be easy is always asking for things to go terribly wrong." His second sentence said more jokingly than the first. Calming down as the stream of new patients halted.

"If there was a contagious disease in the storm, we would be the first cases I've ever heard of. Of course there is always the standard array of sicknesses associated with storms but those can be solved by bed rest and plenty of soup more often than not. Magic only needed for the worst of the worst."

"Course that storm did do a number on my robes. I really shouldn't have worn them out like that. So yeah, I guess that's one reason to go in town...but yeah."

"The storm wasn't the only factor... I rarely deal with people getting all up in my face, let alone stinking harpies." Ling pointed out the set of talon marks in her own clothing as she spoke. "If this is the kind of encounter Commander Hayes has in store for us further down the line, or if things get any worse than they were in that fight, then we're all gonna need new outfits within the week." Thinking back on her packing choices, she gave silent thanks that she'd had the sense to stuff a second set of clothes in her pack. Apart from providing padding for the more fragile of her tools, they were likely going to see some use.

"Speaking of the Commander... what in Alainia's name was he thinking when he gave the order to just drop us out of the sky like he did?" Ling got to her feet and took up her crossbow again, detaching its quiver and stowing both the weapon and its ammunition in their holsters. "I mean, sure, if it stops the harpies and the drakes from swarming the ship, that's fine, but there must have been an easier way to do it without crashing into the ground. Maybe just drop altitude enough to get out of the Scar? Or was the storm large enough to reach the ground below? I didn't see much of it."

Joey entered the infirmary, doing his best to keep his injured arm leveled and as painless as possible. The Illuminate Master was still doing some work on other crew mates, leaving him and the mystery blonde waiting for their turn. The rogue figured he could at least strike up a conversation with her. Striding up beside her, he lightly nudged her with his working arm.

"I'm sorry, I don't think we've been formally introduced." He began. "I'm Horatio. Call me Joey, if you'd like. Your name is...something with an S, right? Silvia or something like that?"

"Silvana." she corrected him. "There's no need to shorten it." Her shoulder hurt an awful lot, and she hoped she could get to Alexander as soon as possible. She did what she could to keep the bleeding at bay, and while there was someone who could heal her, there was no need to use her own fire to mend her wound. In order to keep the conversation going, even though she couldn't think of much else than her shoulder, she asked Joey "What happened to you?"

"Oh, this little thing?" He understated the nature of his injury. "Just had a rough run-in with one'a the cannons. Damn near crushed me ribs it did!" He sighed. "It's nothing too bad, I'll live. And your shoulder?" He probably would've helped keep it compressed if he weren't keeping his arm propped up.

"Got nicked by one'a those mangy harpies, didja? Hope you did more to it than it did ta you!" He talked light, in attempts to raise spirits. It worked, since it got a chuckle out of Silvana. "Sliced through it with my fire blade. It's not taking to the skies any time soon, that I can guarantee." She used her free hand to tightly hold the pendant that was now on the inside of her robes. "But even if I managed to take care of that one, I sure hope we're not about to fight any more of them. I've had my fill of harpies for one day."

"Fire...blade?" Bewildered, Joey looked about the girl's person, in attempts to spot any sort of weapon. When he failed to spot anything, he couldn't help but be a little curious. "You're a fire Mage, right? You guys can make weapons...?" He asked, wondrously.

"A Firesmith can. I'd show you, but this isn't exactly the time nor the situation. Maybe later if you ask nicely." she said, giving him a half smile, only half due to her wound still causing her pain. "And what of you? I think I remember you saying you were an Earthshaper when we were all introducing ourselves, though I can't say I know what they split into, like how Pyromancers split into Firesmiths and Firestorms."

Joey let the question hang a beat before reply with half a shrug. "...Ya got me there, luv." He replied. "I know about as much as you do. I haven't been at the Academy long enough to get any sort of training or learn anything. And I doubt any of me human acquaintances would be too eager to help me develop any of me abilities. All I know, is that I can move little pebbles, and sand. dust, and dirt. And apparently I'll get to a point where I'll move bigger rocks. Which is kinda exciting, all things considered."

Soon, there was a lull in the area as the patients ahead of Joey and Silvana were tended to. "Looks like we're up next." He said to the girl as he stepped forward. "Hope ya gots some light left for us, Master." Joey greeted, showing off his injury. "You should probably look at Silvana first, though. She got it worst than I did." He mentioned.

Vanahara grunted in response to the offered ladder, wedging her feet in and buckling her belt to an exposed bar. She was already where she needed to be—it would be inefficient to move away now.

"Hydromancers could move it—chuck it over the railing, get it off the ship," she said shortly, carefully maneuvering her fingers between two snapped struts. "Pyro could melt it down, though. Depends on what you want."

There was a long beat of silence as her brow furrowed, coaxing the delicate shards back into a whole piece. Her bare fingertips traced the seam, making sure that it wouldn't fracture the instant she pulled away. It only took half her attention, though—the rest was building a mental image of the workings of the engine. Ironworker she may be, but Vana had a weakness for beautiful, complicated machines.

"I've never seen an engine like this," she said absently, glancing at the sergeant out of the corner of her eye. "The Academy doesn't keep many airships on hand." Her expression didn't change from her default seriousness, so the rare joke might easily slip by unnoticed.

Vana extracted her arm from the engine, turning to the sergeant and tilting her head to the side. "I can find the mages, bring them back here." She knew that people were sometimes...nervous, around mages. Not that they didn't have historical reasoning behind it, but, well...there was a reason the Academy existed.

"Of course, though if this continues much longer I may need to start using less magical medicine. Not often I have to work on so many so quickly." Alexander replied smiling as he looked over Silvana's injury. Starting to channel some energy into the wound.

"What about you Joey, mind telling me about your injury. Would save a lot of time when I finish with this." He asked, focusing mostly on the energy he was still channeling as skin and veins knitted themselves back together.

Drew froze. It was an unusual thing. He was used to just lurking around and listening in unnoticed. Were he a more malicious man, he could use that to his advantage. But instead he was content to just get information. It was clear neither the soldier nor the newcomer were actually going to give him anything to work with. Besides, he should probably get back to helping around the ship. Maybe see Alexander about that bump he took...

But that could come later. "Staying with the ship? I gotta admit... it's tempting. You lead a fascinating craft. I might not be the engineer that some of the mages here are, but I can appreciate fine workmanship. It certainly has its aesthetic strong points." he then turned around to try and predict Raven's movements so he could walk with him. If he didn't, he'd just turn around again and resume speaking in place. "As for the storm thing... it's a gift. I'm not exactly the greatest when it comes to water, but I feel more in touch with the winds. I can feel the moisture flow all around me and you. It has a lovely flow, really. And I can take advantage of that to make the bolts you saw."

He then thought of the storm they were in. "This certainly is something fierce. Tell me something: does it ever become less impressive?" he still couldn't believe the sight of it up close. "It was always there, but witnessing it firsthand... perhaps this is what it is like to be a normal human and see an elemental for the first time."

"Oh, uh," Joey found himself being snapped out of a mindless daydream as Master Alexander began tending to Silvana. "Got smushed in by a loose cannon during the rough landing." He described. "Might've fractured it. The pain is wicked sharp, but tolerable if I keep it still." He talked as if such an accident was something he's experienced at some time before. His curiosity ran wild once more, and he wondered just how extensive the Master's abilities could get. "You can do that, yeah? Mend bones and whatnot?" He asked.

Raven nodded to the mage, and began making his way down to the engine room, with Drew following behind. It would be interesting to have a man with the storms at his fingertips, even if he tried to play it off as a parlor trick. Then again, his armor would probably impress the mage if he had any idea what drove it.

"So, you feel all the waters as they flow around us huh? I guess I had better hope for a storm when we arrive at our destination. We may already be late. A check on the engine room should reveal why. It would typically be an honor for another to be in there, but I imagine the reason we are slowed is because you mages would be able to do something to speed it up." Raven continued down the halls, noting more and more of the troops preparing the ship to go once again, placing things back where they belonged, and just making sure there were not gaping holes in the ship.

"I have never seen it slow, if that is what you are asking. I have seen it grow, and do some very strange things. Perhaps our strange guest would be able to tell you more...particulars. Though, if you think the storm is what people see when they see an elemental, then you should be thanking the gods you are alive. A lot of people would be much happier with this storm not being quite as imposing..."

As they made their way to the engine room, Raven paused to watch the ending of Vana patching up the hull, being able to freely pass by the pair of workers who seemed to be guarding the door. With the commander there, they let Drew in as well.

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The sergeant nodded, appreciating the praise of the engine, looking it over as Vana came back down. "Aye, she is has quite the heart don't she? Very well made, tougher than it looks, and able to keep this ship afloat even when she's taken a damn beating like we just did." At the talk of other mages entering, the man shrugged.

"Bah, not too worried about you mages seeing the heart of her at this rate. I'd rather have you seen her and her be well instead of limping along just so you don't see her." As the sergeant turned, he noted the Commander Raven coming through the doorway.

"Mages pretty handy in helping out the girl. Can we keep these guests? They at least serve a purpose." The sergeant called to Raven.

"Maybe this time we can keep a few along. They are quite helpful in the bigger scraps eh?" Raven said with a laugh. "But, I would be happier if this....junk was out of the engine room. I can't have you ending up like that hammer."

"Well, the mages apparently can take care of this, so says the metal one. She says she can get them here too!"

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As the propellers were finally reset, many of the crew seemed to give a sigh of relief and went about making sure that they got everything back to its usual condition...and cleaning off the bits of monster that were still scattered about the ship. Once the engine room was all cleaned up, they would be airworthy once again.

Meanwhile, an odd phenomena began to happen with the storm, as it slowly began to stretch in another direction. It was a slow movement, with a few more stones and steel and fire falling outside the bounds of its usual control. Then, more and more it began to stretch northward, like a spike of destruction stretching further out. This obviously did not go unnoticed, as the crew began to call down that the storm was stretching.

Raven heard the shouts as they came down, and shook his head.

"Well mages, clean up the damn engine room. We won't be making any pit stops now. Seems our enemies decided to make their move, and we don't have a time of luxury to do some neatening up."

Drew flinched. He didn't really think his question through. He just smiled nervously, glad to get the answers he did but willing to let the point drop. Instead, he whistled when he saw Vana's handiwork. He didn't know it was her specifically, he he knew it had to be an elemental. He was glad to see someone display such talent. But that just meant he had to chip in. He walked over to some of the chunks of ice. Rather than dislodge them and toss them aside, he started to melt it and shape it like clay, freezing it in place again. It wasn't as thick as it could be, but someone else could reinforce it.

Then the shouts came. He gulped, feeling the back of his head flare up in pain. Efficiency was needed here and he had no idea what actually needed to be done. "Hey!" he shouted to the Metalic, hoping his volume would make up for lack of direction. "Metalworker! Is there anything that urgently needs a Hydromancer?" he had to start learning names soon.

"Oi! You're some of the mages, right? Can ya give me a hand with this?"

Ling jumped and looked around. Sure enough, a woman from Hayes' crew was standing there with one hand on her hip and the other held up in front of her, covered in... something. Not oil, it was a solid. Black-grey colour, a stark contrast to the tanned skin of her forearm. Residual shadow essence from the storm. Must have pierced the hull somewhere. Ling approached her. "Um, yes, let me see that... hmm." She prodded the hand and fingers in several places. Nothing changed. "How did this happen?"

"Blasted spike of black magic punched clean through the ship a deck below. Then it exploded, and while there was no more harm done, it turned a full section pitch-black. Can't see or hear anything through it, and ya can't touch it without getting covered in this gunk. Can ya do anything about it, miss? Need to clear it out before something else tears the hole even bigger."

Ling nodded, though she was slightly uneasy about the task. She wasn't the best manipulator of shadow magic, but she couldn't really back down from it. "Lead the way."

Sure enough, one floor below, the hallway was blocked off by a plain wall of opaque, black-grey shadow essence. Ling raised her eyebrows. "Interesting that a single 'spike' can do that. Now, I'm gonna need you to be a little patient with me on this one. I'm no Shadow specialist, but I'll do what I can." She stepped past the skysailor and raised her hands, holding them out an inch or so from the wall of magic. She tried to focus on nothing but the wall, willing it to disperse. It shimmered, rippling from where her hands would have touched it, but settled back into place and held steady. She tried again, scrunching up her face in concentration. This time the ripples were stronger, but still very small compared to the full size of the wall.

"Blast it. You sure this is something you can handle, miss Ling?"

The alchemist stepped back a pace, drawing one of the vials of blue potion from her belt. "If this booster vial isn't enough, we might be stuck with it until a proper Nightshade can attend to it. Best keep back." She uncorked the vial, held it up briefly to examine it, and drank it in one. She paused briefly, waiting for its effects to take hold. One... two... three...

Then her senses opened up, and she felt a surge of power. Shifting shapes emerged in the shadowy wall. Interlinking lines like a massive, twisted spiderweb ran all over the surface. The whole block of essence was still shifting, wild, untamed. Half a dozen lines converged on a single point in the wall. Ling stretched out a hand to reach it, and the lines began to splinter off in her vision and form more tiny connections.

"Aha. Here's the weak point. If I try to dispel it from here..." Ling brought her other hand to bear, trying the dispersal spell again. The ripples were stronger, running across the full surface of the wall. But it wasn't quite enough. So Ling pushed her glasses up her nose and tried a fourth time, clenching her teeth and shutting out everything else to focus.

The essence wasn't co-operating. It was wild magic, resisting Ling's efforts to bend it to her will. She felt it push back. And when it did, some of the splinters that she could see running through the wall turned... solid, was the best way to describe it. Chunks of the wall fell out, like glass shards breaking free from a window. Ling pushed harder, trying to outmatch its resistance. If she hadn't had the booster potion, she would never have been able to do it. But under her forced dispersal of the magic binding the essence together, the wall was slowly but surely giving way.

Behind Ling, the skysailor backed up to a doorway, uncertain of what was happening. More shards popped out of the wall, clattering to the floor. Ling changed her tactic. Instead of focusing on the splinters, she began taking hold of the space between each line and yanking it away, pulling it down piece by piece. After a few minutes of this, Ling felt the potion's bolstering power begin to fade, but she pressed on. Eventually, after she tore out one particularly large piece, the wall collapsed entirely, leaving shards of shadowy essence scattered throughout the hallway and a clear path to the rest of the deck.

And a large tear in the side of the ship, from where the spike had punched through. Cautiously, and breathing audibly harder than usual, Ling began gathering up the shards and tossing them out the hole. No sense in leaving them on board... although she wished she'd gotten her alchemical gloves out of her pack.

Vanahara kept her focus on her work, the muscles in her back straining as she hauled half a gear that had been sheared straight through back into place. She mended two pieces at once, a palm on each one, and listened to the sergeant with one ear. Both hands occupied, she frowned at a particularly stubborn cog that was just an inch out of alignment, and the boot not wedged into the structure lifted sharply, bringing the cog with it and another section of the engine back into play. Her mental map of the engine was taking shape now, and with a little luck and a lot of metal, she might even be able to model it. What her village and others could do with a fully operational steam engine, one that had functioned until now without any Mechanist to keep it up—

Commander Hayes arrived in a flurry of salutes and respectful nods, and she discarded the errant thought for now. Releasing her belt from the engine and extricating her fingers from the machine, she dropped the remaining two feet to the ground. As she straightened, she gave the Commander a nod of her own. What they were discussing, though—staying on with the ship?

"Headmaster might keel over if any of us actually stayed," she noted absently, but she wasn't actually rejecting it outright, if the offer was even serious. If it wasn't, she'd shrug and move on—if it was...that might actually require some thought. Best to know more about the situation first.

Her eyes flicked to the opposite side of the engine room when the shouts rang down from the deck that the Storm was morphing. "Mothers preserve us," she muttered, more out of irritation than any real fear. At least Hidalgo was moving the ice from spikes to plates against the walls—if there was anything special about it, they might actually get to study it later. When the hydromancer called to her, she turned, casting both her eye and her senses over the engine room—while the main engine was in order now, there were still a few kinks in the system, repairs she could speed up. With another nod to the Commander, she excused herself with a muttered word.

"How good are you with steam and pressure?" she shouted back to Drew, pointing across the room to where a large pipe ran against the wall even as she moved towards it. There was a minute crack in it that was leaking a thin spurt of steam into the room—not a big enough problem to panic over, but it might get worse if they needed to move in a hurry. "Metal won't seal right if there's water in the way. Stopper it up best you can and I'll seal the pipe behind you."

Drew nodded, walking over to the pipe. "Yes, ma'am." he said, glad to have a task he could handle. He took a deep breath, then exhaled through his nostrils, feeling the air move down near his hands. He started moving his hands to warm up before wiggling his fingers to feel the motion, slowly moving them towards the steam. It did not scald him because none of it came into contact with him, instead splitting into two streams of hot air when his hand approached.

He made it spin around for a bit, happy to play around with the heated water so he could properly redirect it into the pipe, making it function like normal. "Okay! Ready to go!" As he waited for the metal to seal, he decided to actually try and socialize. Not the best situation, but he knew he wouldn't try it again once things were calm. "So... what's your name, miss?"

Jonathan sat still as the commander turned his back and left. He had to admit that he made a good point about the Scar; and if this airship was inbound to restrict its spread throughout the land, they probably had good intents. Yes, joining the ship was probably the best decision.
He turned to his metal companions. "Stewart, Margaret, I want you to investigate the ship. Split up and search for anything important. Stay with your communications up all the time, and if you detect something of importance, the one closest to me should find me immediately. And foremost, don't disturb any of the passengers or their possessions too much." Afterwards, he jumped onto the bridge with all his might- which was barely enough- as his companions did the same, then dispatched in different directions.

Vana drew her hands back and pointed her fingers, arrowing them forwards with a sharp motion to bring the metal together as the steam receded. Carefully she maneuvered her hands underneath Drew's and, in a movement that was becoming more and more familiar, swept a palm over the seam to seal it once and for all.

"Vanahara," she answered eventually, eyes narrowed on the pipe before stepping back with a satisfied nod. She turned to Drew, offering him a ghost of a smile as she settled back on her heels. "Pike. And you're the older Hidalgo. I've seen your sister poking around the forges."

Raven nodded as the mages worked together to seal up the rest of the pipes that had been leaking a bit of steam, and another crewmember wandered in. "Ready to go, sir." Giving the woman a wave, Raven raised his voice so the mages and troops would all hear.

"Its time to move again! Pull yourselves together, finish filling in the holes, and lets move out!" Raven announced, and turned to leave the engine room. He still had not the chance to visit the Master Alexander to even see if he had survived the trip, and had not seen any fantastic light shows that didn't involve the flames. Making his way to what appeared to be a bit of a gathering place, noting the Master Alexander, and other mages in the room.

"Ladies and gents, you might have heard, but the storm has begun to make its move. Meaning the enemy has begun to make their moves. Many thanks, Master Alexander, for your assistance in that...interesting turn of events. I hope that did not tire you, for we have little time to rest to the next battleground." Raven turned about taking in the ship and the room.

"This is where you mages will play your part. We'll be landing a small ways away from the objective and going through a small town. After passing that, we'll have an interesting group to tangle with, and no one knows what else. Terrain will likely be underground, or invisible. There will be mages, and fanatics, and likely a few monsters if what small intel I have is any indicator. If you have any other questions, now is the damn time to ask them."

Meanwhile, the ship quietly rumbled as the propellers above slowly began to pick up speed and the ship slowly righted itself as the metal troops jumped back on board, and went about the halls once again. The harpies and creatures had finally decided that no more prey would come from the ship, and went back to hiding away in the storms. The storm, in its own destructive way, slowly seemed to creep after the ship, but did not keep pace and slowly fell behind them.

Alexander swiftly repaired Silvana's injury before moving over to Joey. The shout of the storm shifting causing Alexander to audibly sigh. That meant none of this was going to be over.

"Get out there and help Silvana. Right now you aren't one hundred percent but you are certainly able to get out there and work." He poked against her injury lightly, knowing it would cause a certain amount of pain.

"If at any point the pain becomes worse than it is now, tell a crewman and get them to come find me. Understood?" As soon as he finished the first sentence he released the pressure on the injury. While he was sure that there were others doing more in single moments, Alexander knew he would have to further ration his own energy. Every new patient was anywhere from seconds to possibly hours of continuous work. He couldn't rely on every crew member only coming in with concussions and broken bones. One impaled crew member or severed limb and suddenly he may very well not sleep that night as he continuously dealt with the dual problems of keeping them alive and repairing large amounts of tissue.

"Your injury isn't life threatening, but I will heal it. I can't promise this won't hurt, but time seems to be our enemy."

With that he quickly used his power to set and re-knit the bone. Knowing that even with the anesthetic his magic naturally provided, moving a rib in the human body was likely to cause a lot of pain, depending on how bad the break was. Luckily this one would feel less like getting run through with a sword and more like being stuck with a particularly large needle. As he worked he spoke to a soldier aiding him.

"How are our medical supplies looking? I know most ships don't dedicate much space or supplies to medical care, I assume airships to be even worse in this regard."