Namora sat next to the healing sack containing Woo back in Namor's palace, rigged to keep Woo in the healing vat for as long as possible while his head stuck out for air in the lander's guest suite, soothing and peaceful. She read a old tome as she waited, a first folio account of the old fairy tales and stories of their new enemy. She looked back to the sleeping man and turned her page. "No rest for the wicked, my dear. We have much work to do."