Reyani had just entered the room, silently, though she saw from the quick glance in her direction that Sencha knew she was there, hearing Pharos explain to Verana about the pain involved with stretching her wings. The man had looked worried  enough that she had merely placed the tray containing the pitcher of water and small amount of food on the table before slipping back out the door. She braced herself there for a moment, flinching in empathy at the sound of Verana's yells of pain.

Reyani her several sets of feet heading her way and turned to meet them, pulling out her staff and setting her stance to take up as much room as she could. Shaktay moved down the hallway, silent as death toward her, followed by the Vayan Prince and the others beyond. Reyani knew that she was lucky that the hallway was too narrow for them to approach her more than one at a time and stood her ground while glaring right back at the Feysha.

"Move." He growled, his voice loud enough to be heard above the whimpers of pain and yells coming from behind her. His nose flared and she wondered what he was smelling at the moment.

"It is her wings, Shaktay... they've seized or something... I don't know what happened... but they're stretching them out apparently...You know Sencha would not hurt her on purpose." At least she thought he did, hoping she wasn't wrong in her understanding of the dynamic between the three Feysha. When Shaktay relaxed, she glanced at the Vayan beyond Shaktay and repeated the explanation, as best she could in the Old speak.

Vasha's expression showed understanding before he turned to say something over his shoulder, though he paused and turned back in their direction when Shaktay spoke. The other Vayans began turning around and walking back out of the hallway.

"Ask them what would cause it." Shaktay nodded to Vasha, his expression dark. So he may trust Sencha, but not blindly

Reyani nodded and motioned down the hallway. "Can we move away from the door? It's too crowded here."

With a nod, Vasha turned around and walked back out to the deck, followed by a very angry looking Shaktay who looked incredibly close to moving around, past, or through her to go investigate for himself.

But his self control held and he merely watched her expectantly as she stepped through the doorway to the main deck. Reyani made a point of kicking the door closed behind her and standing against it as she glanced to Vasha. "Why would this happen to her wings?"

Vasha was silent for several moments then glanced to the other four, who were standing around in mock casualness that made her keep her staff out and at the ready. Reyani glanced to where Shelby was watching her expectantly and gave him a reassuring smile. He seemed to relax a little though he still walked over and stood at her side, crossing his arms over his chest.

Finally, Vasha answered, while he gave Shelby a cool, apprising look. "You know, when you hold your arm or leg in one position too long, how it can seize up... go numb or lock into position?"

Reyani translated it slowly into Clairvalan, which she knew Shaktay understood, so that Shelby could follow along as well. She nodded in response to the Prince. "Yes... though usually it fades once you can get it moving..."

Vasha shook his head slowly. "If her wings were restrained too tightly and for too long. Or if she was forced to stay on her back with them folded beneath her for some time, then her wings would seize like that, but worse. Rulin use it as a form of torture against us. I've never seen it myself but we're cautioned from childhood to not let them stay too tight or too immobile." He paused for a moment, wincing at the thought of something, possibly what he was speaking of. "They lock into place and it doesn't fade until you force them open. But by that time, you don't have enough strength in them to do it yourself and often need someone to do it by hand. It feels as if you're breaking each bone, one at a time, then breaking them again.... And again, until they move freely, and the blood properly moves through them."

She hadn't even finished translating when Shelby turned away and strode across the deck to where they had chained Jack. The man was half awake, dozing in the warm sunshine when Shelby reached him. Shelby didn't pause to contemplate it for a moment, his face a mask of cold fury as he unlocked the chains and grabbed Jack by one ankle.

As the man finally realized what was happening, he began yelling in alarm. But Shelby didn't listen as he pulled Jack towards the back of the boat, only speaking as he got to the stairs.

"Verana is going through excruciating torture right now, in order to avoid losing her ability to fly." His voice was calm, though it rose easily above the frightened yells from his prisoner as he dragged him up each step, letting the man's head bounce off each stair as he went."And what you're saying is that it is this miscreant's fault... Oliver... I need a rope. A strong, very long rope."

It was then that Reyani understood what Shelby was about to do. It was a common punishment the Navy had historically used against the worst kinds of criminals, though the practice had generally fallen out of popularity.

Reyani watched Oliver offer a careful grin and call out for rope, then she glanced at the confused men in front of her. Shaktay had fallen silent, a dark expression of near primal fury on his features as he contemplated what he had been told.

She translated for the Vayans, then nodded up to where Shelby was tying the man up around the ankles, oblivious to the man's pleading squeals for mercy, adding in both Old Speak and Clairvalan for Shaktay. "He's going to toss him overboard and the boat will drag him in the water.... Apparently sometimes, especially if he's bleeding, that gets the attention of sharks, which will nibble at him, piece by piece... unless it is a large shark, cause then it'll take a huge bite out of him..."

"I don't know what a shark is." Shaktay murmured, narrowing his eyes. "But he better not drown before he experiences five times the pain Verana is right now."

Anzael smirked when she translated the Feyshan's words, then toward Shelby, muttering something that sounded like. "I don't think he's bleeding enough."

The group of them followed, walking to where Shelby was tying the rope firmly around Jack's ankles as the man pleaded desperately for his life.

Reyani turned away from the group of them then, unable to summon any desire to stop the impromptu execution. A small part of her told her that she should be the voice of reason and let justice run its course. But she ignored it.

It wouldn't be Clairval's finest hour but with Verana's screams still echoing in her memory, she couldn't find it in her to care.