[sylvanSpider]

Mendez leaned his head back, thinking that if he was a felis he might actually be purring. Then, he didn't know if that was something that felis actually did...The patterns were hypnotizing, and Mendez found himself closing his eyes, content with all that was happening at the moment. “We should ask before we get comfortable,” Mendez said, turning to get a better look at her shoulder. Mendez had to stand on the front balls of his feet to see the top of her shoulder. “I'm only too happy to examine you, mi alma,” he said softly, running his finger gently over the crack that she spoke of. “It does...How did this happen?” He didn't think it could have been his fault – it was always Atrix that was rough with him as opposed to the other way around, and his eyes showed the worry that he couldn't hide. “I'll go with you so they feel less threatened, but we really should get that fixed before we leave.”

Magali's eyes went wide and she blinked, hugging him back and breathing in his non-blood-soaked smell, “You're going to be covered in blood too now.” Her voice was sheepish, but she wasn't willing to pull away just yet, burying her face in his neck. “These are the pictures that we use until it expires in a few years, so we should get clean first, okay?” She pulled back, bringing her hands down to his. This type of physical contact was the only thing that Magali had ever known. It was how she showed someone that she cared about them, and it came naturally to her. In fact, she didn't know of other ways one could show affection. To her, these weren't only romantic reactions – they they certainly could be.

She gave his hands a squeeze, looking into his eyes, “I will stay. This ship goes all over the galaxy, right? Or the universe? I want to see it all, and I want to see it all with you.”

> > >

Rosalind jumped, spinning on her heel her face immediately brightening, “Ah, Fikri? He's more for cookin' things an' keepin' me sane on long trips.” Rosalind stepped forward placing both of her arms around Riola's shoulders, “This'll take only a minute – the ship needs t'be camouflaged.” As she spoke, she reached over flicking a switch. The ship hummed for a moment and Rosalind nodded, “Less than, it seems.” She straightened and pecked Riola softly on the lips, “Doc says 'e'll be alright, an' for that ah'm grateful. Ah'm also grateful for th' chance t' stop an' catch my breath. What about you? How ye holdin' up with all the stuff that's been goin' on?”

> > >

A small smile crept across Ashi's lips and she raised her eyebrows. “While I wouldn't mind that, I'd like it more if I wasn't in actual need of medical assistance,” she said, chuckling a moment only to grimace. “I'm glad to hear he'll be alright. I just...I wish that we could say the same for Toka. She meant everything to him. Don't...don't say that you're a fuckup. You're not. You did what you had to to keep him alive, and I for one am grateful that you saved him. Here, though, I hope that he gets better.”

Her eyes went up to the ceiling, doing her best not to move any parts of her body that she didn't need to, “I think all of my spare clothes were either left in Hazoo or were left on the old ship...but I think that's what we may need to do.” Ashi sighed. The last thing she wanted to do was get her only set of clothes cut off of her, but her arm was bent in places other than her elbow, and attempting to squeeze out of a sleeve didn't seem feasible. “Would you...ah...cut me out?” she asked, gulping.