"Ohhh." Reaper said as she took a peek at the hawk. She didn't know what it was nor if it was wild or not. Being distracted by the bird.

(It domesticated, but the question is by whom?)

Shane growled and rushed up, bringing his claws across the exposed part of her face and fully expecting to be hit again.

Locke looked up at Douglas with a bit of a frown. "Thar's anythin' Ah could do ta assist ye?" He offered.

"Not unless you heal crack ribs and a fever with a miracle," Douglas said grimmly, "and get the pacient to rest."

"Ah'm judgin' by yer sarcisim, tha's a no." Locke huffed.

"It's truth not sarcasim the pacient is that bad and refuses to rest. I have tried tying him up to no avail." Douglas rubbed his temples, "If you have any ideas about keeping him down tell me please."

"Iffin's his rib's done cracked an' he still won't stay down, that's thar's pride an' yer best bet is knockin' 'im out." Locke sighed, clearly not liking his own idea. He perked up after a moment, however. "Or ye could make 'im think he's busy, talk to 'im a bunch. Might not sleep, but it might keep 'im nice an' still."

"Good idea. He cracked his ribs when he feel but the worst part is he was nearly killed by Blackbeard and hasn't rested much since. Question is who can handle the stumborn as all heck cabinboy." Douglas muttered before smiling, "I'm gonna go see if he is awake stay here and if you hear any noises coming from that room go check on him." Douglas walked out to find Kaladin.

"Aye, chief!" Locke acknowledged.

Kal was sound asleep in the dorms. For the person who found something to fret over on the daily, he seemed pretty relaxed.

Douglas poked his head in seeing Kaladin was asleep left without making a sound.
Selkie was out cold and beginning to shiver.