I'm so glad you liked the fight between Rumina and Maeve, seriously! This is a rather quiet chapter, but well... here we are. Enjoy it:D

The Nomad was now safely docked in Rayllin Island harbour, courtesy of Captain Mushaf and his men. After helping the crew to defeat Scratch minions, the wise captain guided the tired Nomad crew after his ships, his directions absently acknowledged by a very troubled Doubar.

Meanwhile, down in the galley, Sinbad was leaning heavily on the wood outside Maeve's cabin, his head in his arms, Bryn at his side with Dermott quietly perched on her arm.
"Why is Firouz taking so long…?" Sinbad whispered, sighing heavily while staring at the closed door. Bryn looked at him in sympathy, stroking soothingly his arm.
"She's alive Sinbad, and she's a fighter… don't lose your faith in her…" the brunette observed tenderly, focusing for a moment on Dermott.
"She's going to be fine, isn't she? You do still feel her, don't you?" she almost begged.
"Yes, Bryn, I do feel her… but she's weak. So weak it scares me." The hawk answered, seriousness in his telepathy, chirping a bit and capturing Sinbad attention, who smiled sadly and ruffled affectionately Dermott chest.

When Bryn announced that Maeve was barely there, but indeed still alive, Sinbad had sprung to action. Leaving the courtesies with Mushaf to Doubar, he dragged Firouz in the galley to check on the sorceress, left by Bryn still sprawled on the cold floor, Dermott at her side, taking care of his mistress with a ferocious attitude. While Bryn somehow calmed down the hawk, Sinbad took Maeve in his arms, placing her on the bed occupied only a hour before by Bryn and leaving Firouz to take care of her. Then, captain and dark-haired sorceress collapsed out of the door, Sinbad letting his worry cloud his feelings again, his jaw hardening in a way Bryn hadn't see for a while.

"I'm sorry, Sinbad… - Bryn mumbled with a sigh, making the captain shift his gaze from Dermott to her.- I… I should have fought harder what was happening to me…"

"You've nothing to be sorry about, Bryn… you couldn't do anything different, and so couldn't Maeve. Dim Dim used to tell us that everything happens for a reason, and… I want to believe him. I need to believe him, or I'll go out of my mind…" Sinbad whispered, his head going to lean on the wood behind him.
"Than believe it, Sinbad…" she quietly obliged, smiling sadly to him, earning a smirk from the captain.
"You're getting to know me too well…" he chuckled, but the laughter died in his throat when Firouz came out of Maeve cabin, sighing when he noticed the duo waiting for him.

"How… How is she?" Sinbad quickly asked, his body tensing in anticipation, watching Firouz shrug.

"Well.. there's nothing wrong in her body, except a few bruises where she collapsed on. She just seems to be overly and totally exhausted. I gave her a potion, but I can't do nothing else for her."
"Will she make it?" Sinbad asked, hesitantly.
"I don't honestly know, Sinbad… it's up to her now. You can go and see her if you like... Bryn, you should rest, too." The inventor added, letting his captain slip after him inside the sorceress captain, earning a tired sigh by Bryn.
"I don't know if I can… but I'll try, thank you Firouz…" the brunette kindly answered, smiling to Firouz before walking through the galley, to her cabin, a rather quiet Dermott still perched on her arm. The inventor stared at her retreating form for a couple of moments more before taking his way back to the deck.

Sinbad kneeled beside Maeve bed, staring to her pale face. He tenderly stroke a lock of red hair out of her face before sighing heavily and leaning on the bedside with his forehead.
"You scared the living days out of me, Maeve…" he mumbled, taking gently her hand in his, the rainbow bracelets tingling against each other. He slowly brought her palm to his lips, kissing it softly, his lips lingering on her skin while he kept staring at her.
He stayed like that for some minutes, lost in thoughts, when footsteps in the galley made him snap out of his thoughts.
"Rest, my beloved sorceress…" he whispered, leaning down to place a soft kiss on her forehead before leaving the room, heading the deck. He met his brother halfway, waiting for him in the small hall leading outside along with Doubar and Firouz.

"Little brother, we've anchored safely to the Rayllin Island dock, and crew is awaiting orders. And Captain Mushaf granted us hospitality in his house..."
"Thank you, big brother… - Sinbad nodded, stroking tiredly his eyes – Bryn?"
"In her cabin with Dermott, she needed to rest… we all need rest." Firouz pointed out, while Rongar nodded, sitting on the bench beside the inventor.
"Yeah… we had a really rough day, and I think you earned a warm bath to soothe your aches, some grog and a soft bed… you should take the offer of Captain Mushaf. I'll stay there with the girls… tell the crew to hit the tavern, captain is on duty tonight…" Sinbad declared, placing his hands on his hips.
"Sinbad… you need to rest, too…" Doubar murmured, staring worriedly to his little brother, who just shook his head.
"I will rest, but here… now go, I'll see you tomorrow…"
Doubar, Firouz and Rongar exchanged a glance, before nodding.
"I'll check on Bryn…"
"And I'll go to dismiss the crew… Rongar, you coming?" Doubar nodded to the Moor, who stood up and followed his friend up the stairs, while Firouz disappeared down the galley to Bryn's room. Sinbad sighed, collapsing on the bench, his hands rubbing his eyes for a moment before he stared to his rainbow bracelet.
Bryn turned to face the door when she heard the knock, smiling at the sight of Firouz peeking from the door.

"Hey… I thought you where sleeping already." The inventor smiled, shooting a glance to Dermott perched on a chair near the bed, somehow glaring at him like he interrupted something.
"No… I couldn't. I've shifted from not having any remembrance at all of my past… to remembering too much, and there's still so much in a blur…" Bryn pointed out, pressing her palms to her eyes in discomfort.
"You want something to help you sleep…?" Firouz quietly asked, stepping uncertainly in the room to approach the bed.
"No, thank you. I'll be fine… How are the others?" Bryn smiled gently, shrugging.
"We're heading the house of the captain of the rescue team, Mushaf… he offered us, and Sinbad want us to take it… he says we need it."
"He's right. I just put so much on all of you…"
"Hey… we're family. Don't you worry…" Firouz stopped her, winking.
"Yeah…and Allah only knows how much I needed a new and better family…"
"Don't think about you father and sister… try to rest. And if you need something, Sinbad will be there to look after you and Maeve so… well, call him." Firouz interrupted her again, gently, before retreating slowly.
Bryn smiled tenderly at him, nodding, before going back to stare at Dermott, curling on the bed and focusing back on the hawk.

"Here we are, my daughter…" Turok mumbled, lowering slowly Rumina on some cushions, stroking her hair with his uninjured hand before turning to face Scratch, fuming grumpily over some bit of red glass.
"My lovely pendant… gone! It was my gift to my princess!" the demon howled, gripping the bits of glass, dusting them. Turok turned to face him, quirking an eyebrow while tightening the bendage over his hand.
"Actually, Scratch, I'm more worried about the fact that my daughter is so weak and wore out that she can't even open her eyes, and that I had to use a good part of my magic to prevent her death…" the wizard darkly pointed out, walking slowly to the nearest window.
"Ohh… the though Turok playing the daddy! And what about your other daughter, the precious Prophecy Girl?" the demon asked merrily.
"Brianna will be an issue, soon. But not now." The wizard sternly answered, staring to the landscape of the hills circling the palace he teleported as soon as the island created by Rumina started to collapse, under the exhaustion of the witch magic. The sea breeze ruffled his long hairs, while the wizard let his eyes rest on the near volcano.

"Not now." He repeated, taking a deep breath.