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[+] Captain Kursha Vidari

The doctors and nurses had long since left the block to allow the patients rest. Kursha awoke with a start, feeling sore, but otherwise refreshed and alert. He jolted upright, causing the slime in his recuperacoon to slosh around. His eyes searched the room. He was fenced into a small space, enclosed by a curtain for privacy, within a larger room. Beside him, a machine that monitored his vitals beeped periodically. Beyond, he heard the muffled sound of voices.

His mind scrambled to connect his memories. The flagship, swarms of undead, Sarcel's hand on his shoulder before she disappeared from sight... Further, think further. He remembered dragging the bodies of his companions back out of the belly of the ship and squeezing them all into the shuttle. Shouting for medical assistance in a room crowded with trolls. Pacing back and forth in the tiny space, insisting they were not working fast enough, arguing with a nurse... Then the sight of a syringe. After that, only darkness. Either someone had knocked him out, or he had passed out all on his own. The med bay then.

Climbing out of the recuperacoon, Kursha towelled himself down and grabbed the provisional hospital gown from the bedside table. He took a moment to eye it with distaste. His tongue clicked against his teeth. At last, he pulled it over his head, attempting to smooth it down around him. No matter how he tried, it did not look flattering. With a huff, and as dressed as he could be, he padded towards the seam in the curtains and threw them open.

The curtains fluttered open and Amonee at last found himself in a soap opera drama like he'd always wanted. Except this was not how he'd hoped it would go. Nucleo pulled backwards but the jadeblood stood firmly in place, keeping Nucleo from ducking back out the door. They were at last face to face with Kursha Vidari, the most dangerous man he could think of. And coincidentally also-

"You're Elidae's moirail! Captain Vidari." He stated plainly but carefully. Kursha was still wearing a hospital gown which meant he probably should not be heading out the door, which appeared to be what he was trying to do. He remembered their meeting vaguely long ago when he'd been trying to feel out what Kursha meant to Elidae and vice versa. This time Amonee already had the answer.

"You shouldn't be up yet. Please sit down and rest." It wasn't like Kursha had much of a choice, there were two bodies in his way blocking the door. "If you pushed yourself too hard, you could hurt yourself further. And she'd be upset." Amonee smiled tensely as he motioned to the recuperacoon. It was unfair. He didn't like forcing himself to be considerate in this moment after what had happened on that ship and the realizations he'd come to. But it was more important to behave oneself than it was to indulge oneself.

"You have to recover to be strong for Elidae. Please, take good care of her." Amonee bowed his head formally, a heaviness in his heart at the words. After the events of the ship, this was what he had to do.

Doutei

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