Mitunbaal was undeniably pleased to have solid ground at her feet and a reprieve from the cold of airship transit while assisting Arkadios with the ballast hose. It was undoubtedly hard work, especially for her, but it had been something to do. It had something to keep her mind off the uncertainty of the war, and the work had put the shariq into good enough spirits to hum a lilting tune while the crew labored. 

Once finished, she took a moment to pause by the stream for herself. Mitunbaal stared into the clear water that filled the little banks, and the disheveled reflection that greeted her as she kneeled. She splashed the cool water against her face, and let a sigh slip free as the sweat washed away. It was refreshing after the frantic escape, and a fleeting reminder of normalcy as she muttered a prayer in thanks. 

Out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed Arkadios moving back and joined the older soldier.

“Do you have faith this plan will work, Captain?" Mitunbaal asked as she caught up from him from behind. She recalled him being more neutral during the meetings after take off, and the old captain was older than anyone short of the Elgan aboard. He was more neutral than she had been at the very least. "This could see us shot, even if the opportunists among us, god willing, resist their baser urges to steal some of the gold.”