Ah, a shout-out. A sign that he had been doing well. That alone was enough to make Michael smile slightly, the coyote's tail thumping rhythmically against the ground. Despite this, it was difficult to be too happy about anything that was said, considering the state that Goldie was currently in. In an effort to try and let the captain retain some level of respect, he found himself dipping his head before he spoke in a soft bark, "Thank you, Goldie. And congratulations, Roan." He was glad to see his nephew progressing further in the world, even if it sometimes seemed as though the weight of everything weighed heavily on his shoulders. Nonetheless, he had been doing so much work lately that it seemed ridiculous not to promote him, and the thief was glad that Goldie could see that as well – not that he doubted her, even in her current state.

Roan, meanwhile, felt very differently about the proceedings. The medic remained silent for most of it, nodding his head and muttering out a soft congrats to both his mother and uncle when their names were spoken. However, when his name was brought up, his blue eyes shot up in confusion. Soothsayer? Goldie thought that he was ready for such a position? Despite it being a no brainer to most others, the siamese himself found it slightly hard to believe. Still, he held his tongue, not wanting to reject the offer. After all, what would Ahab think if he rejected such a chance? All that work, and all that studying, for what? With that in mind, the new soothsayer called out simply, "Thank you, cousin Goldie." He allowed the rest of the meeting to go as – very loosely – planned, until it came time for the captain to speak of her wife's funeral. Roan found himself scowling, worry filling his relatively small form. Sighing, he raised his voice above the murmurs of the crowd, so that Goldie would be able to hear him clearly, "As soothsayer, I think that you should get some rest, Goldie. Hell, you're swaying on your feet up there. Pushing yourself won't do anything good for any of us, so... please." He then fell silent, digging his claws against the earth beneath him. If everyone else was too cowardly to tell her to rest, he'd do it himself.

MICHAEL TOWNLEY - THE TYPHOON - PENNED BY STILLY

To say Aphra wasn't excited for this meeting was an understatement. The oriental longhair was dreading this meeting, having a feeling it would somehow involve her getting punished publicly. Despite that, the succubus came over, though hung more towards the back of the group.

Fortunately for her though, none of the announcements had anything to do with her. Aphra let out a little sigh of relief, relaxing for the time being. She said nothing to congratulate the others, however, and simply decided to go ahead and leave - because obviously, this meeting was over with.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]