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A jolt of muscles, and Finn's eye flew open as he sat up from the hard ground far too fast for one in his condition. With a hiss of pain he eased himself into a more comfortable position, his whole body aching, a spasm of pain tearing through his ribs that led him to believe that one or two might be cracked, if not broken.

The last thing he wanted to hear right now was a lecture from Caelius, which of course, meant it was the first thing that he would hear.

Wincing at the lengthy scolding they all received, Finn soon busied himself by waving one of the techs over.

"Hey darling, do me a favor and get me wrapped up so I can get out of here before he gets angry." He jerked a thumb towards Caelius, because in his experience, this was actually how the death lead behaved when he was at his calmest.

Finn didn't want to be there when heads began to roll at the sweep of a scythe.

All patched up, the moon intermediate struggled to his feet, finding that one shoulder troubled him more then the other, that one knee felt more then a little bit stiff and ya, he was definitely going to be nursing a cracked rib or two for a couple of days.

Fantastic, but at least he wasn't (...).....

Hurt worse. Ya, that's what he was thinking.

Without even thinking about whether he needed to check up on anybody else who might be in the tent, Finn made his way out and towards one of the portals that would take him back to Deus.

((exit))

He didn't remember the fall, but he'd been aware for all of it, and he'd wrapped himself so tightly around Mimsy, she was lost within. When they impacted, the world had gone black so quickly it was painless.

But when Robert woke up again, he felt every single bone, every muscle, every inch of skin he owned, as they all screamed out in pain. Even as he woke up, he screamed, but it was short lived. Just a few moments where the intensity of the sound rose into one sharp cry, that was snuffed out by a snarl. Then he went silent, and bent his head in to look at the woman his body had protected.

She was smiling, and his heart thudded painfully with relief. She was fine - alive - unhurt - safe - beautiful. He pressed his cheek against hers, and whimpered with delight.

Once the thrill of simply knowing she was alive began to calm, he realized that she'd asked him a question, and moved his arm to check for the compass. It screamed with pain at the movement, and he clenched down, bearing it silently until he felt the cold metal against his belt. "Yeah." He whispered out. "Still got it. You okay, baby?"

While she might have minded the technicians working on her, he had no such issue - and gritted his teeth as bandages were slathered all along his torn up back.

Sherry woke up and found herself regretting it. She wasn't hurt too badly, at least she didn't think so. Sore, yes. Headache, yep. Bruises? Probably. But nothing felt broken, nothing seared with blinding pain. She'd been hurt worse.

She was just gonna have to take it easy for a day or three. Thank goodness for weapons.



Even if she didn't think she was too bad off, Sherry found herself reluctant to move. Not only the aches and pains, but the spinning room kept her down. Yep. That went with the headache. It was okay. It seemed nearly everyone was taking it easy.

Except the Death lead. He was... give one of his patented pep talks. Sherry found it a little hard to listen, too, given her headache, but she tried. He did have a point. They really only had themselves to blame for weakness. That's what she took out of the speech.

After being officially dismissed, Sherry... didn't move. Not for a good ten minutes. Ten minutes of thinking led her to conclude it was probably a good idea to get up and make sure she was all cleared to leave. Lounging around in her own bed would be so much more beneficial to healing.

With some effort, she sat up. Out of habit she looked at the hunters around her, looking for anyone she recognized. Or... at least one person. Ah! There he was. With a groan, she climbed to her feet, and then gingerly made her way over to Jake. Yep. Her knee would hurt for a day or two. Ouch.

Sherry leaned down over the Death Hunter, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey. How are you feeling?"

There was the usual verbal reaction but what he expected next didn't, she didn't push him away and start flustering in broken Spanish about how hugs were not appropriate. Noemi hugged him back and dammit, Milo was going to savor it - despite her sore ribs, he would be mindful, now at least since he didn't hear that before he crushed into this but he would ease up. A little. Besides, the Sun was beginning to remember his own aches and there was still a headache. Still not letting go though, not just yet.

(Might have blushed just a little too, when she put her head on his shoulders. Just a bit. Didn't expect that one. Koume mocked him.)

"Yup, all right," should probably check on a few others before being positive about that one. Seeing the Mist gave him a positive outlook on the condition of anyone else in mind though and he felt himself ease back into a more seated condition, bringing her down with him. More comfortable, probably less strain on their sore bodies. "Dunno what all that back there was about, but 'm sure we'll get through it." Yeah, positive attitude.

Quickly, like ripping off a band-aid, Mimsy reminded him of one of the not-so-wonderful moments of this particular trip. He enjoyed the dig on Caelius, adding his own quick response of "When is he not", but then she reminded him that she'd been a little girl in his arms.

That beautiful, sweet little girl. Even when she'd tried to kill him. And then even moreso, when she was too young to be hurt by the parents that hadn't given her what he would have. Holding her in one arm, rocking her to sleep. A child Mimsy - a perfect duplicate of what their child might have looked like, if they could have had one.

His heart hurt.

"I would only be disappointed if you weren't here. We could be plants, stars, or hunters - so long as I got you."

He sighed, and tried not to dwell on the loss of that child in his arms, because he held Mimsy, and that was more than enough.

For reasons that she couldn't place, it seemed like Robert's words didn't quite fit his tone. Mimsy went over the sentence several times in her mind, then picked it apart word by word, but nothing really made sense. It was fair to conclude that she had been mistaken, she decided, in the absence of any supporting evidence to the contrary.

"Well, that is simple to ensure! We know that we must remain together, no matter where or when we are," she assured him. There was a reason that they knew that, something aside from what was obvious; she struggled to remember it, certain that they had just spoken about this not too long ago, but she couldn't find the answer. Something to do with dark matter?

That couldn't be right. Maybe she was concussed.

"Are you all right? We have established that you are not disappointed, but...otherwise?" She frowned as she studied his face. If she wasn't thinking clearly, she might have missed something critical that would have typically come from observation. It was better to ask - she knew that he could help fill any blank spaces in her mind. He was very good at that.

Sherry gave him a sympathetic smile. "I've been worse." She glanced around the tent, not really looking for anything, but just to see if they might be needed. It didn't look like they might be, so...

"Come on," she said, reaching to take his hand, "let's get out of here." Nodding in the direction of the portals she continued, "I don't know about you, but I could go for nap in a nice comfy bed." Jake was given a gentle tug. She was serious, okay.

"A nap, then that report." If he let her, she'd lead him all the way back to the dorms.

[Exit]