DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
    but the clouds are clearing up
        and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
                                              like a bastard on the burning sea.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

This would be her first time attending a meeting since waking up, seeing as the last one had been just after the fact, when she'd struggled to move at all, and she was curious to see what all it would entail. There would likely be a lot of people there, which both eased and created worries for the tigress. It meant that it was likely fairly safe nothing would happen as a threat to them while they were gathered, but it also would be the first time she'd be actively around a large crowd, as her head tended to get overwhelmed by them. At least, though, there shouldn't be too much noise for very long, given the whole point was for the captain to be doing most of the talking. That's what she hoped, anyway.

The former captain holds her head low as she steps into the dome, though it raises ever so slightly, eyes widening from what the room really was. The oceanic life surrounding them captured her attention for a few moments, likely causing her to block the entrance by accident as she takes it in. Noticing she was doing so, however, after an NPC squeezes past her, she blinks, and moves aside, an apologetic look on her features before turning her head to find a place to sit. She ultimately settles on sitting near one of her sons, Rift, looking around the dome for a few more moments before focusing on the throne that her ma sat on, blinking towards the skulls that decorated it.