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"H-here Zink..." she crawled along the ground tugging herself up proper to her knees ruffling her skirt out smooth shaking her head. This wasn't how they hoped it would end. It was horrible it was all horrible really. They had come so close and turned away in a blast of light and shame.

"Zink are you okay?" Screw rules and order though, she wanted to know if he was okay if something happened to him, or Schee while they were gone...

Ilmenite hadn't been terribly active in the battle; he'd clung to the edges, still worn thin from his attack on Leo Outpost. He also hadn't fared well. He'd stuck to low-level senshi, but the mob that had surrounded him had left his lip bloodied and his posture slumped, exhausted.

He'd been relieved when the battle came to an end. Now, here, on Alkaid, he was all too happy to just sit in a pool on the ground, slumped limply and not even bothering to sit up. His mouth shifted, digging for words, trying to find the right ones...

"...cup of tea and three tylenol a possibility again, baby?"

He cast Hel a look that said now was not the time or place to call him ‘Zink’, the one for Ilmenite could have peeled his skin off if it got any more frustrated but he took a deep breath and composed himself. Loosing tempers like this was just childish.

“Anyone who has spare energy hand it to the most injured of us. If any of you have open wounds for the time being use any extra fabric you poses to help bind the injuries.” He pulled off his own coat and held it up for donation, he was certainly not lacking for extra layers, a vest, a shirt and the added layer that made up the mask were plentiful enough.

“The Dark Moon Court made it out, I imagine they simply need a moment to regroup. We will not be left here.” He glanced all the same at the mirror and calculated the range of the Dark Crystals they used to communicate before nodding satisfied. He fished into a small pocket of his vest and pulled out a star seed and handed it to Fluorite for her burns, it would help expedite her healing if nothing else.

Sitting up from where he'd been dumped, rather unceremoniously, onto the ground. Really he just wanted to remain on the ground and sleep, his body was sore and ached. It wanted the rest but he couldn't, not when they still needed to get home. He'd take a hot shower and sleep, in there somewhere he'd force himself to eat rather than fall right off to sleep. It wouldn't do his body well if he skipped a meal right now, not like his metabolism would like it either. He was one of those people blessed, or cursed, with a fast metabolism.

Hearing the Gernal-King's words he pulled out the starseed, glad now that he'd saved it. "I have a starseed for whoever needs it." He wasn't as injured as some, he was more or less just worn down, sore, and a few bruises and scarps. Nothing too bad. His coat was also taken off and toss to the ground in front of himself, an offer to who ever needed it. It was all he could offer, for now. Maybe when he got home and got his feet under himself he'd work on some salves for various things.

"Once we get home...I can work on some salves if it helps or matters any." His voice lower as he spoke these words. They didn't feel...like they were good enough, like the offer was worth much.

Oh, ouch. That look. Ilmenite winced, suitably chastised, offered a brief twitch of a smile toward Zink -- apologetic. No offense intended. He just didn't think, alas, and nothing was ever going to change that.

Slowly, Ilmenite worked his way into a sitting position, dabbing at the blood at his mouth, Dark eyes twitched around in search of support, considering the much-more-injured figure of Fluorite off to one side, and then the freshly-promoted Howlite. There was that plummeting feeling again, his stomach going out. Understandable, really, but damn if he didn't feel like everyone was growing up around him and he was staying the same.

"Hoy, you." It was friendly, not insulting, at least, He held up hands toward her, swaying a little. "Help me up?"

Black eyes met those as equally dark, and the goodnatured captain nodded, moving almost immediately to step behind Ilmenite and assist him. Her hands slid beneath his armpits, and she was glad for her increased strength, despite how scrawny the lanky fellow was. Good thing she was only a bit shorter than him. It was true that she was rather well off, her main injuries being bruising, a shallow cut to her forehead, and swollen, split lips and knuckles.

"Sure thing," the 'bro' was heard, but unspoken.

An arm was slipped under his to let him lean on her, though her worried gaze found Fluorite again. She had an increased dislike of senshi with fire magic.

"Fluo," Her tone was softer, quieter. "Are you alright?" Her free hand dug into a pouch on her belt, where the starseed she'd pulled had relocated upon promotion. Zink had already given the general one, however, and so she offered it to the captain at her side.

"Eat up."

"Thank you but..." She made a face. "I think I remember eating one up in there. Very vaguely." She'd always been told one thing.

Too many starseeds in one go, and she'd be a damn good youma in the end.

She wasn't sure she fancied that. But still, she would wait on Zinkenite's official ruling - looking at Hel when she offered her hood. "THanks... He can take mine off too, if anyone else need bandaged. It's the strap up here, but I don't think I can get my arm banded that far..." She gestured at the loop on top of her uniform. "Can you get that for me, please..." She paused. This wasn't one of the senshi she was used to work with, but she was familiar on some level. "Hel, isn't it ?"

"I have this, if anyone needs it." He took the page starseed out of his obi, holding it out. It was... a trophey, in a way, his first real kill, but it wasn't precious enough that he would short someone of much needed healing.

Through... Well, he wasn't sure how much of his fuku could go toward bandaging. Most of the overskirt, but he was keeping the top. else he was gonna be an amazing man in tights.

No thanks.

And he had no damn idea how to unwrap an obi, really, so he put the starseed aside again and started to tear his overskirt apart at mid-upperleg level.

Oh my.