"Between the two of us," says the Captain, voice low, "I think you have an admirer already. I don't flirt with a lass who's taken."

skekSa has noticed the black feathers, as dark as her own mane. She wonders what the source of those feathers is, but that'll be a question for later. Perhaps it's a gift, since she can't think of a Thra creature that could give material for a cloak like that.

The Mariner's own body has some scars from old adventures and old battles, so she nods in respect. Some are faded marks on her snout, others are hidden under feathers. Clearly Deet has seen some adventures of her own.