A gurgled cry comes from Saisei as she coughs on the last dregs of the potion. Her arms seem to be trying to push something heavy off of her chest, and failing. In the instant her eyes open, the fingers lurch from her chest to her recently-wounded thigh. She tries to spring up into a sitting position, but the human woman is forced to do it twice, the second one much slower. Saisei puts pressure on the wound, chanting, "No-nono-no, not again. I'm not done! Not so soon!" Only after several long moments of pressing does she begin feeling - and realizing that beneath the blood, the wound has mostly sealed. She starts clearing away the blood with her hands, cleaning it for a better look-see. She startles to see such progress. Still breathing heavily, Saisei darts her head around the deck, searching for an explanation. She hadn't expected the leopard and elf so close. Further, the ratfolk man was completely new to her. "What happened?"