I allowed Coalpaw and Baen to assist me down the hatch and into the dinghy, trying not to vomit on either of them as I was lain down in the unsteady craft. The rocking of the little vessel did nothing for my nausea or headache, but I managed to keep from blacking out or further embarrassing myself as Coalpaw, Baen, and finally Tatianna joined us.
Coalpaw and Baen rowed, elbowing a complaining Fotti aside. Tatianna sat in silence, scowling into the darkness and answering questions with sharp monosyllables. Conversation overall was understandably sparse, for which I was grateful given my condition, and when the dinghy bumped against a rickety pier nearly an hour later I doubted more than two dozen words had been exchanged.
My balance was still shaky, but at least the pain in my head had shifted from a constant roaring excruciation to a throbbing ache with occasional spikes of agony. Nevertheless, Coalpaw again picked me up and carried me out of the boat, only lowering me onto my feet when we were on the sturdier wooden boards of the pier. Baen draped my arm over her powerful shoulders to keep me upright, and I stifled my complaints, knowing it would only make the humiliation worse.