"I'm the only one in danger with that sort of nature," Liriael answered, somewhat sharply, but then sighed. "And my crew. And yes, I'm getting aware of what I am starting to ask." Setting the water down, she made an effort to sit up. The painkillers were starting to kick in. "My family is far away on Malastare, and no offense, but I don't love anyone around here, so...at first glance, wanting to have this ship for my reasons was fine. But I cannot fly it entirely alone." She rolled her shoulders, trying to dispel the ache from sleeping like the dead while she was drunk. Her stomach wasn't too happy either. "What do you think? Think it's a fool's errand?"