[sylvanSpider]

Rosalind squinted, trying to see past the rain that was pelting her in the face as she stepped forward, grateful that the building provided at least a little bit of shelter from the rain. The peace of space was nowhere to be found on this planet of healing. Instead the wind hounded them with the sort of tenacity that seemed only to speak of bad omens. The word “doctor,” however, brought Rosalind back to where she needed to be, with her feet on the ground and in front of those angelic beings. “There's two, ye'll be wantin' t'focus on the man first; 'e took the brunt of it. The lass's stable. Ah believe m'crew is already on et,” the woman said.

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Mendez snorted. Most of the guys he knew hated finding out that one of their friends slept with their current squeeze, but Mendez was never the type. As far as he was concerned, everyone brought with them their own baggage, and if some that baggage was shared with one of his friends it didn't matter much. The past was the past. “Well, it's good that you got it out of there alive, amigo. There's been more than one instance where I didn't know if I was gonna make.” He blinked, shaking his head, “Survive. Being hunted. Hoo boy. What determines how long that lasts before she lets me?” He couldn't help but laugh. What an absurd situation that he'd found himself in. A partner that he knows is liable at any moment to rend his life from his body, and here he was yearning for just one I love you.

“Well. Magali maybe, but Nokra was forced to fight. Not love,” Mendez said, “He only looks like he's the least threatening. Magali took a special kind of endurance.” He shook his head before standing up straight to massage his neck, “So long as I get to see it too, amigo. Then, I'd prefer one last session with Atrix. See if maybe I can get her to finish the job instead. That way it'd at least be a little bit more prepared for. It's probably better to try than just wait around and get caught. Even if Atrix and I wanted to leave, we've been seen with you. Looks like I'm fighting for half my homelands regardless of never actually seeing it.” Mendez was a liminal being, he realized. Not quite completely human, but not complete Edensian either. He had reason to fight for Edensia, sure, but that reason was twice removed. Survival was the key, but now the two were tied. It seemed fate wanted him to carry out his mother's fight. “Well, here's to hoping we live long enough to find out, si?”

Mendez shuddered, not wanting to let himself imagine what the three went through. And they'd lived. That was the most amazing part of it, if this creature was as bad as Riola was saying. He saw many of his friends die by that thing's hands, and all three Shaldag, the Princess, Hyun...they lived. “So you don't think the grenade killed it then?”

With the ship now open and everyone attempting to figure out how to transport the injured Mendez looked to Riola, “I know we can't help with Shaldag because we're ah...related in some sick way...to the people that attacked him, but once they transport him, we could help with the princess.”

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Fikri was at unease looking at the bulk of man that was meant for him to carry and shook his head. He wanted to try, for Shaldag's sake, but no amount of adrenaline was going to make him strong enough to bear the half-metal man's weight. “I'm not strong enough, not with only two of us --” Fikri started, debating with himself if he should try anyway if only to appease Hyun.

Magali gulped, “Y-you asked for the other felis...I...I didn't ask. I'll go ask Atrix now.” With that, the pale felis bounded away into the cockpit--

--Just in time to catch Atrix's last statement, turning red. She shook her head, reminding herself why she was in there, “Atrix, you're requested to help with the injured's transport.. Of course, there's ah...room for you to reject, but the Edensians were attacked by him, and Fikri says he isn't strong enough. You're the strongest we have...please.”

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Ashi took a deep breath and watched as Magali scampered away, “She's not going to be able to carry me. Daoweians are taller than felis by nature; we weigh more. I can endure a bit longer while we get Shaldag to the pools. I'm stable – he isn't. And Fikri...thank you, for admitting that. If he was dropped and that was what it took to kill him...Well, I would have killed you myself.”

Fikri gulped, “Ehm...yeah, no problem.”