When the group returned to the boat, they found that Scar had returned the children to their home and Talion was in the hold, sitting in the chairs they had used, and any mage could see that he was reading resonance of some kind. He didn't seem to see you when you came back.

It was fairly safe to assume that Mistral had managed to get everyone back. This meant that Noah had buckled down on the deck to wait until his eyes stopped rolling around randomly in his head as his vertigo ripped his tail off and beat his sense of direction with it. In spite of the fact he was sick to his stomach, he was still smiling. "Well done, one and all. And sorry for being mouthy... I lost my temper." He looked up at Mistral, "And sorry to have endangered your hidden nature. Though I was right, you look great in a suit."

Sal said with wry smile, "Noah may be obligated to say that, but as one who has gone clothes shopping with you, I feel I've earned the right to say-- as a friend, mind you, my sex drive died before women were allowed to wear suits-- he's not wrong. As for you, Noah, now that you are a dragon, it would behoove you to control your temper better, at least when you're not using a proxy. Most people would expect an angry dragon to eat them, or cook them alive, and might react accordingly."