Their feet are probably burning and full of splinters by now...poor guys.

[After spending a moment to sympathize with these sailors that she would never meet, Felicia squared her shoulders and straightened her stance as she arrived at a conclusion:]

But there's nothing I can do to help them if I don't know them, and I don't have any of my Staves anyway. But, they might be able to help us get something cold to drink and not collapse in this heat.

Let's go, Owain. Which direction do you want to take?