She looked up to face her rescuer with a wide grin. "The idea was to engender mutual affection, since I'm never getting on a boat again in my life," she said cheerfully. Heavens bless the Anima and their neutrality. When she'd swam to the fire she had assumed it was them - there were no human settlements in this area. The Elven patrols made sure of that. Stranger things have happened, though. Mtrlindr could protect herself if necessary, but it was nice to not need to. Well, hopefully not. She glanced out toward the ocean as the woman indicated others were arriving. And true, there were figures bobbing around moving in the general direction of the shore. Dwarves, hmmm? It would certainly be interesting. She looked back sharply as the cat woman let out a high whistle, and observed carefully as she spoke with another Anima. "I thank you," she said gratefully. "I have no wish to fight." She glanced down at her uniform. "Or any wish to continue wearing this any longer than necessary." She stood up and concentrated for a moment, using the power of her Fire Gem to quickly evaporate all the water from her clothes and hair. Now dry, she began removing her leather armor, starting with the gauntlets. She tossed them in the fire. Good riddance.

She heard a voice from the other side of the fire, and wandered over, undoing the clasps down her side that held the breast plate to the black plate. She looked the newcomer up and down, taking in the marks of his rank. Clearly the man had Elven blood, but she knew there were no Librarian Psymancers on her ship. He must be a refugee from the human ship then. Interesting. A Half-Elf? "Not quite, brother," Mtrlindr said dryly, pulling her torso armor off and tossing it nonchalantly into the bonfire. She turned to the Anima. "Might you happen to have a pair of scissors?" she inquired politely.