It had been several days since Talia had healed Logan, and she'd been resting as much as she could throughout those six days. The reaction headache had lasted almost two days, but she never complained, as it had been completely worth it to see that block gone.

She wasn't particularly quite up to attending a party, but like all the other guests of Captain Rowe, she'd found herself whisked away to it whether she wanted or not. The storm had wracked the boat and she'd done her best to help keep a sense of calm amongst those gathered.

And then the rodents had attacked and the passengers and crew set to motion, Talia included. She hadn't set out to kill any of the rodents, but she swiped up a serving knife in case she needed to defend herself. Hazel eyes cast about as chaos set in, seeking out some sign of Logan.