Running on the dregs of her energy, Nami helps as much as she’s able to get everything unpacked. Finally she sinks back against the wall, breathless but satisfied that she’s done what she can. “Thank you, Kae,” she says. “For – for everything, but especially for – I don’t know. Understanding. Not judging.” She rubs her forehead. “Stars, what a day…”
Seri checked the bandages, thankfully, they were mostly clean, with small patch of red. Still, she changed the dressing for a new one and pulled the blanket over the woman, who gave a silent moan of annoyance. As Seri sat and waited, she realised that there were noises coming from not far away - someone was moving something heavy. Soon, she heard a familiar voice - Nami and Kaelaen seem to have returned.
Kaelaen pushed the last crate into the shelf. "This should give us a couple of days." At Naomi words, she just looked at her, then shrugged. "Anyway, soon Jura and Seri should get back - maybe they were more lucky then us - we do need credits." The Echani said as she stretched.
Any amount of red has Seri concerned, but then she doesn’t know the first thing about proper medicine. She can feel her head sagging against her hands, until the sounds from close at hand have her starting up again. Sluggishly, she hauls herself to her feet, wobbling in her boots as she lopes for the door. Feelings of embarrassment and failure bubble up inside her, but she has to see them - especially if Nami can help Jura. She makes her way out of the temporary ward, following the sounds of her friends.
