An accusatory look was shot at the captain, and Haüyne gathered Pyro up as though suspecting anyone else might just leave him there, or worse- throw him out to be finished by the rabid dogs. His wan face was cradled against shoulder and neck. He made noise at least. Moving wall this one, Dude, but at least we can get upstairs. Get you a starseed or something. There's med people, right? I'm going to call them until they get their butt here. Every twenty seconds.
I'll keep you in my bed.
I've got you, Pyro. I won't leave you here.
I'll change your bedpan or catheter and feed you or whatever. I'll keep you alive. You'll be okay.
I won't let anyone leave you behind.



Pixie Nyxie
Fin~?