[Is that what will wait for her? Purgatory? Almost feels fitting since back home, once they reach any kind of peace agreement, she'll be considered a war criminal.]

I don't want to stay here, no one does. But no one will gamble their chances so recklessly.

And I-

[-her tall, feather ears perk up and eyes fixate on the floor. There's a crack, a silent one, followed quickly by a louder one as the already broken wood gives in underneath their combined weights.]

-Hey!

[She grabs him for the front of the shirt again, ignores the searing pain in her side and pulls him over to push him towards the safer corner of the broken ferry. She loses her footing in the process, slips and falls down, barely missing the hole from where she just moved him away.]

We should, [she wheezes through pain while trying to get to her knees,] continue the discussion elsewhere...