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Message: <blockquote data-quote="pathfinderq1" data-source="post: 6448446" data-attributes="member: 48394">J'hanna twitches, just a bit, at the man's condolence, obviously momentarily jolted out of her own thoughts. "My thanks, good sir. The best thing we can do is to get him home. He, we have been away too long." After a momentary smile, though, the despondent, hangdog look returns to her face.     During the first few days of the voyage, J'hanna tries to stay out of the way. While not as seasick as some of the others, she is obviously queasy and uncomfortable, far more used to the comfort of solid ground. She knows the value of hard work, and tries to keep out of the sailors' way as much as possible- much as she would expect a sailor to stay out of her work if they were on a farmstead... Each day she makes a bit of time to go down into the hold, standing beside the carefully stowed coffin and reporting the events of the day, like she had told the old man of her "adventures' in Kingsport, back when he was first confined to a sickbed.       With the rolling motion of the ship, and the busy deck, she has little time to practice, but she does what stretches and exercise she can- she would not have her hard-earned skills wither any more than necessary.  And, of course, she spends more than a little time each day as close to the prow of the ship as she can get, peering eagerly across the rolling waves, hoping for the first glimpse of land...</blockquote>