Calira sat on her bed, watching her older brother pace. He was a little apprehensive about the vote that had been made earlier. He always got this way. Her legs were drawn up to her chest, her arms wrapped around them. She was wearing her sleeping attire, which consisted of a loose weave top, no sleeves, and a pair of pants. Both a creamy brown so they wouldn't be so easy to stain. Things on a pirate ship usually ended up that way somehow, but at least it wouldn't look so bad on the already faded color. Her brother wore his customary pants and netted top.
"It doesn't matter, Kotyk. Jack will make the call, and we'll just go along with it." The voice of logic, as always.
He scoffed, about to say something rather endearing but probably insulting in the same breath... when there was a knock on the door. Shooting his sister a look that let her know he wasn't about to let the matter drop so easily, he tugged the door open with the intent to spit vipers at who ever it was.
Except it was Fox. Which earned him a grudging, "Evenin'," from his friend. Strike tended to be a little more mellow, at least when it came to his anger and Fox. A clear sign of his trust was that Strike just stepped to the side, admitting his friend to the room without the customary hiss of 'what do you want' when someone came knocking on Calira's door. And while Kotyk missed the wound, his sister did not.
Calira slid from her bed, frowning a little. "What happened?" she asked, moving over and claiming the appendate to look at it.
Kotyk crossed his arms, frowning at her. "Fox, tell mah daft sister here tha' she needs ta' learn how ta' fight."
Calira seemed to be ignoring her brother as she moved to her dresser, pulling out some pure alcohol. Better to get rid of the germs. She could heal it, but not burn infection.
