The only real comfort Edie had felt since being pulled out of the water wasn't the feeling of air in her lungs or the solid ground beneath her once more. It was the feeling of Kato's arms around her once again. She didn't pause to overthink the feeling, instead letting her body rest against his chest and use his heartbeat to steady her own. She was especially thankful for that warmth of Weres, her freezing body being comforted by his own body heat. She took a breath at his reassurance that he was right there, a teeny tiny smile appearing on her features at his nickname for her. "I told you... not... to call me that." She spoke gently, though her tone implied nothing but fondness for the nickname at this point. Like it or not, she was his dove, she supposed. And oh, when exactly did she start thinking of herself as his?

A tiny squeak of protest came from her lips as the man pulled away from her, the girl still finding that she wanted his presence against her. The true nature of her injuries were starting to settle within her. Her chest and lungs felt as though they were on fire â€" breathing was a challenge, though a welcome one considering the alternative. Her chest and side ached with forming bruises from being thrown by Nadya. And that wood in her side was dripping blood and pounded with a constant pain that Edie could no longer ignore. Everything hurt, and even though her Were form would heal quicker than a human, this was not something she'd stop feeling anytime soon. She barely noticed as he approached her once again, putting up no fight as he maneuvered her battered form into his shirt. It was only when the fabric touched the wound on her side that she let out a soft yowl, the pain seeming to double with the slightest pressure from the fabric against it.

"Okay," Edie's voice was a whimper in response to Kato's comment regarding getting her home. Home, yes. Where she could get this wood out of her side and rest to heal. The subdued, feistier part of her would hate the way she allowed Kato to pick her up as though she was a damsel in distress. But she hardly cared now. Now, she just wanted him to take care of her. She just wanted to get home and away from the Ark, a place she sincerely hoped she never had to step foot in again.

She was hardly surprised when Kato inquired as to what had happened in the cargo ship. Edie wished she could have just turned her head into the man's chest and ignored the question. But no, he'd pulled her out of the water. The very, very least she could do would be to answer his question. "I was scoping out the crowd, and I saw Nadya. I knew it was her. There were whispers. And she went into the bowels of the ship. And it was... I just had to follow her." The fact that Kato was right regarding the idiocy of her plan annoyed her, though she didn't have it in her to show it. She knew it. He knew she knew it. "I guess I just... I couldn't help myself. I just had to play with her."

The girl closed her eyes, unable to look up at the man lest she see the disappointment he ought to feel towards her. She'd antagonized Nadya in her own home, what had she honestly expected through this? Her recklessness often paid off â€" it had gotten her Frost's respect, after all â€" but tonight, tonight it was just proving to be a weakness rather than an asset. "She shifted and ran to the upper deck. I shifted and followed. She's a panther. I... I'm nothing, compared to that." The self-pity in her voice was clear, and she sighed. "I kept taunting her though. She knocked me across the deck before she cornered me. Started blowing up things. That's a hell of a power she has. She had me pinned against the railing when I shifted back. I didn't think she'd actually do it, but..."

She looked up again, this time opening her eyes to peer up at him. She knew what had spooked the girl, though she wasn't sure if she should admit it to her companion. That she'd called out for him, that she had wanted him to be the one to save her. Could she admit that to herself, let alone to him? "I called out for you," She said after a moment. "I can't swim, clearly. I just... I knew you were nearby. It meant nothing."