Étoiles understood Claudia's disappointment; she wasn't too satisfied with how everything went herself. She hung her head at the words, cursing silently to herself about how she should've known better. Once they got to the tavern and settled down, she looked curiously at the ceiling from where she lay. Trying to ignore the pain in her limbs was difficult, more so with the burning scotch that was being rubbed into her arm and foot. At Collin's question, she snorted confidently. "I'll be fine, Collin. Don't worry... I can't say I haven't felt worse, though." She laughed, which ended in an, 'ack!' as her wounds were patched up.

"Minerva?" The captain? Why would she be here? The blue-haired girl narrowed her eyes at the door, tilting her head as there was no reply. She just shrugged. "Claudia, miss, what's our next move? Do we wait for Captain Minerva to decide?"

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