Lorna had spent most of the morning being alternately ignored or stared at, which she was pretty okay with. She was shivering in fear, her powers amped up to their maximum, searching for any sign that her husband was on his way.
It came in the least likely form, and she blinked a bit when she felt the disturbance. Within minutes there was excitement in the village, and she ran out, leaving the blanket behind.
She was too tired to fly, but she could run to the edge of the village, looking up at the Starjammer.
Darius eyed the village, scanning it with the ship's devices. "No heavy artillery or anything. It doesn't even look like they care that Lorna just left. We're totally going to get shot at though."