A nap! She wanted to reach out and swat at him, but any attempts to do so were suppressed by the wave of exhaustion that was slowly taking hold of her. It had made itself known as soon as she'd collapsed on the ballroom floor, but especially after she'd fainted - been brought back to Maisie's accident, it was almost overpowering how much she ached to close her eyes and never open them again.

Fate proved once again to not be on their side and an anguished sound escaped Rowan as the ship lurched once more. Never in her life would she take advantage of being on solid land, she thought as Malfoy seized her and dragged her upwards. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was most aggravated at how physical he had been with her, tossing her around like a child with a ragdoll. But any protests she would have had stayed somewhat dormant at the back of her mind given the forces they were working against. Plus, she had no wand, which made her chances at surviving significantly less than when she'd entered the ship.

"Right then," she replied as her feet seemed to move for her and they took off towards what she presumed was an exit. Rowan seized the folds of her skirts with her free hand and raised them to make it easier to run. Merlin, that stitch in her side was making itself known again.

They burst through the exit door just as the ship gave another jerk.

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