After the initial rush of activity had faded, and the last traces of the bandit raid had been left far behind, Aiffe found a few moments to sit at the back of the raft, watching the swirling currents trail off in the Cat's wake. Her thoughts then were on what MacLynn had said, and what it might mean for the future.
If he sold the Cat, what would she do? What would the others do, both those she considered her friends, and those she did not know as well? Would they wake up tomorrow destined to go their separate ways in the world? Maybe she ought to take a day or two to go back to the Outpost, to see "Father"...
As the raftmaster began to sing, Aiffe joined in on many of the tunes- she didn't help with the bawdier songs, but on many of the others her high clear voice gave a melodious accompaniment. As he began the most recent song, though, she fell silent and merely listened, remembering the first time she had heard that particular tune, so many years ago...
OOC: Somewhere along the way, she will manage to take a short rest