"Stay still, Kay," insisted Tyron, applying some bandages to his back.

"You're squeezing half the air out of my chest!" Kay muttered. "Lighten your grip a little…"

"Sorry, is that better?"

"Yes, now can we please get this over with and tend to Astro's wounds?"

"Please stop yelling," said Fristad.

Fristad and Destiny were both preoccupied physically and emotionally. Destiny was more visibly reserved, staring sadly as she brushed a wet cloth across David's gaping wounds. Fristad, meanwhile, seemed to be in pain, perhaps even afraid, despite having no emotional connection to the stranger he tended to, and despite having no wounds from the deadly escape attempt.

In time, the wounds of the incapacitated David and Astro were cleaned and dressed. Destiny held her hand on David's good shoulder. His face was unusually pale.

"I can only speak for myself, but I think the overnight journey from the tower has taken its toll on us," said Fristad. "There's no point in us all staying awake at once. We have a long journey ahead of us tonight."

"I agree," said Tyron. "Personally, I could use some food right about now. Assuming there's enough to go around..."

"Knowing what I know now about Steve and Jennifer, I wouldn't be surprised if we had lots," said Fristad.

Tyron opened the chests one by one. "You guessed correctly."

Tyron pulled out four large steaks from the chests. They were passed around between the four of the awake comrades and they began to take bites out of it, Tyron simply chomping away with his razor-like teeth. Kay and Fristad shared a startled look before Kay's brow furrowed confrontationally again.

Fristad and Destiny ate the meat calmly, but Kay was tentative, surveying the group with a mixture of sadness and suspicion. At least in part this was due to the lack of obvious cutlery. However, after three false starts he did begin to chew away like the rest. He was startled; it was damn good stuff.

"Wow," He laughed. "This is so much better than what I'm used to! I'll have to compliment them when they come back."

"You must have low standards," remarked Fristad, surprised.

Kay seemed to forget who he was talking to for a moment: "I won't deny that. Last thing I really ate was something Fire prepared that must've had a cliff-face worth of salt in it. Aside from that I usually eat his cooking, and that's possibly worse." He gestured to the sleeping Astro, who rolled over as if on queue.

Fristad chuckled at this. "Well then, we'll have to fix that!"

Kay smiled ruefully, evidently remembering his prejudices somewhat. "We shall, once these guys are safe."

"Agreed," said Fristad.

Once he finished his steak, Fristad's expression suddenly turned sour. "I… really need to get some sleep. Who's staying up?"

"I will," said Tyron.

"I'll stay awake a while," Kay agreed, looking around for his armour and the other pieces of clothing he'd taken off in the process. "I'm burned but I've been long dead if I can't fight in this condition. I'll give you some company for the first leg at least."

Fristad looked toward Destiny, with a look of sadness and sincerity in his eyes. "I think you should sleep too. Emotions take their toll. More than we like to admit."

She nodded, face empty and eyelids drooping. She stood up and walked over to David, to whom she, cat-like, curled up. A few moments later she was asleep.

Fristad walked slowly towards the beds on the other side of the room, seemingly reluctant to sleep in spite of his tiredness. As he slid under one of the red covers, he lay with his eyes open for a while, before closing his eyes with a sigh.