First it was the sound that did it. The grinding of Ashi's bones, audible even through her flesh sent a chill down her spine and she wanted to squirm away, knowing full well this was for her better good. Then, came the actual setting. Riola's hands worked deftly, like he'd done this type of procedure many times before, and Ashi had no doubt in her mind that the Edensian knew what he was doing. But, that wouldn't make the pain any easier. The drugs might, but even then-- She couldn't help it; she screamed. The drugs seemed to do literally nothing for her as the pain washed over her in waves. Her teeth dug into her lower lip so hard that she could have sworn flesh would break.
Chest heaving, the princess sighed, her back flopping against the backboard of the bed she was propped up on. She mustered a smile, however strained it looked and nodded to her arm, “Would you...would you mind setting that as well? Add it to the debt I owe you for resetting my leg.” She swallowed, willing her eyes to the newly reset leg. Already the thing looked leaps and bounds better, now straightened to the direction it was supposed to be. She took a deep, shaky breath closing her eyes and leaned her head back. “I really do owe you. What do you say to starting anew? Friends?”
Rosalind couldn't help but smile despite the circumstances. Sure, they had the best men (and women) after them from two different kingdoms, two on her ship were injured, one was critical, and their next destination would be only too obvious, but for the moment she was drinking in another person's first time seeing space from space. It was a sight that she'd always feared that she'd take for granted, but the pyra never tired of it. The other side of mechanics, the side that didn't involve grease and pocket wrenches, was one of stars, planets...the galaxy in its entirety was theirs for the taking, and Nokra was beginning to see it now. Beaming, Rosalind spun in her chair to face the felis.
“Keep that in mind, an' ye can pick the rest up as we go, aye?” She tossed her head in the direction of the window, “Ye become a pilot, an' ye'll get used t'the sights, but if yer truly made fer it, ye'll never tire of it.” Rosalind leaned back in the seat, still gazing at the sight that Nokra was just drinking in. “As far as 'ow long et'll be? Et depends. Are ye a fast learner? Ah'll teach ye all that ye need t'know, an' pay ye t'boot, but 'ow long that takes is solely up t'ye. S'far as prices on ships go, well, that depends on th'model. Some are more expensive than others.” Rosalind stopped speaking for a moment, her smile fading not out of discontent, but out of seriousness as she turned her eyes back to the felis. “Ah've got a ship that we left 'hind on Hazoo. If the Edensians left et in one piece, ye can 'ave it in lieu of payment. Unless ye sail the skies with us as the makin's of a small fleet.”
She pressed her lips together and sighed, “But, ah should warn ye; ours es not an easy path. Not anymore. You bein' freed from slavery...by us...might not'a been the best move on Fikri's part. Ye sorta got thrown from the fryin' pan into th'fire, so to speak. We're wanted, by not only Edensia, but also Daowei. So far, et seems only the Edensians 'ave made a move, but the two could be workin' together. We're not safe, but ah'll teach ye 'ow t'be as safe as ye can be while yer 'ere. If ye want us t'drop ye off when we land next, jest say the word.”
Fikri could do little more than blink at Atrix in disbelief, “Wait. You're serious?” Fikri retrieved three mugs from the cabinet and set them down on the pot which he now grabbed. “I'll tell you what. I'll pour two mugs, one for me, and one for Rosalind. You can try a bit from my mug and if you like it, you can just have that.” He chuckled with the comment of dirty water, pouring two cups worth, lifting his to his nose, ears pressing back against his head with a sigh of contentment, “It's made from a ground up Earthen bean. Run hot water through a filter that has these ground up beans, and you get coffee. Humans started drinking it because they liked how it made them feel and it spread out to other species. Just give it a shot; you might like it.” The felis offered Atrix a sort of lopsided smile, his tail flicking with anticipation. “It's bitter. Like those of left on this ship. I think it's suitable—at least for me anyway. Though Rosie seems to like the stuff too. As far as eating her? I doubt Rosie would appreciate it much. The pink-skinned lady got us this ship. Though, if I'm being honest, I'm right there with you. I'll pass on eating her though.” Fikri added, chuckling.
“That's the thing. I haven't done anything yet. Sending something so outrageous seems unlike my father. But then again, it was Edensians that we saw,” Ashi murmured, leaned back completely now and still recovering from her leg setting with a grimace clearly on her face. “Though I could have sworn I heard daweigos...”