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Part of him did feel useless, being unable to go out and do something to fix this situation right away. If only he had the power to end this, the power to swoop in and rescue those who had been taken captive against their will. The protective man felt a constant need to be doing something proactive. It was what fueled his sleepless nights and kept him going despite mental and physical exhaustion. But he had to keep reminding himself that he was doing what he could here. Crimson Dreams needed protecting. Its members needed to be on high alert, else they could find themselves loosing even more to the raids of the enemy. Until the Dreamers could find some way to rally against their tormentors, he knew the most useful thing he could do was remain here. He didn’t like it, but he had learned to accept it. “Thank you,” he said to her, offering her a soft, tired smile. She was right. They would make this right.
He smiled as he thought about the ships. “Si, it was fantastic. I was lucky to have been able to experience it.” The Marino’s year-long journey through Europe had been one eye-opening experience to him. He had been but a yearling, venturing away from his roots in his traditionalist birth pack and into the wide world of the Luperci. The cities had astounded him, the various places and peoples and things a far cry from what he had grown up with. The docks had always been his favorite, where he could see the ocean, smell the salt in the air, and listen to the sounds of fisherman and sailors alike going about their work. It was no surprise then that he had leapt at the chance to join them when he had arrived in Santander. He nodded again, recalling the large ship that had taken him across the sea. “The ship that had brought me here was indeed rather large. There was quite a lot of us running about to keep things running smoothly. For mealtimes we created quite the crowd below decks, but we always made a fun time of it,” he explained, unable to help the slight grin that decorated his lips. The rowdy sailors certainly had known how to make a good time out of anything, he had to admit.