The Toa of water clambered into the little vessel, then turned to look at the group. Skyra lay exhausted on the bottom of the boat, and the others looked back at the healer, some bemused, others angry. She made no outward sign of her weariness, but she wanted nothing more than to follow Skyra's example and take a nap. But right now, the group needed a leader.
Her fingers pulled at the scarf around her neck. Dorian was gone. Joske was gone. Now she was the prime candidate, no matter how much she would have preferred to push the responsibility away.
"I'll be honest with you," she finally said. "I don't know what to do. We'll return this boat to Rockwall, then we can all go our separate ways. Tuara - if you want to go after Dor, then go. Utu - I'll do whatever it takes to get you back to normal. Praggos, you're free to return to Le-Koro. Skyra, if you believe in Joske, then you can try to follow him..."
Her brow furrowed. "But if I were you, I wouldn't. I don't know what happened to him while he was gone, but I don't like it. I love him, but I won't follow him this time."
The following silence was awkward: no one could leave when they were floating in the middle of the ocean, and no one wanted to comment on the fact that Joske hadn't earned the faith of the one who knew him best. So the Toa of water raised her hand and called a current up, using the last of the strength to propel them across the waves, back to Rockwall.