[Ishu]

November 25th, Chicago; Sewer #17.

He gave a slow nod, not completely reciprocating any words or thoughts until he felt Aiolia's hand squeezing his. He looked to her and gave her a squeeze back and a nod, "I'll watch them. Go." Amante knelt down beside Elek and checked his temperature and tucked the blanket around his body. The medic was not a doctor but more of a band aid, if anything.

He swallowed, again, feeling saliva filling his mouth but somehow it felt so dry. Leila had come up beside him and started asking questions. "I don't know." He sounded calm, even looked calm, save for the subtle trembles and the eerie stillness of his form. "I... don't know." It was his only answer to her words.

"We're going to wait for Aiolia to get back with the cat. I'm going to help her get them all to the base." He looked over at her, "You're going to stay here so get ready to enjoy not having me looking over your shoulder constantly." He sounded focused and didn't even look at her, just her feet, as he spoke. It was rare that he didn't look at someone's face and if someone didn't know him well or for long, that was something that everyone could depend on with him. Eye contact, or just recognizing you with a look in conversation. He wasn't doing it now.