"Drink this," Aeryn demanded. Delwyn looked up; her blue eyes were swollen and her face was splotchy and red.

"I'm not thirsty," she said flatly.

"You want to die?" Aeryn demanded, Delwyn looked up sharply. "You're dehydrated if you don't drink this you could die." Aeryn finished.

Delwyn gritted her teeth and pulled her knee's to her chest. "Nevermind then, suit yourself-" Delwyn reached out and grabbed the glass from Aeryn's hand, she choked it back and nearly gagged. She wiped a hand across her lips and pursed her lips. "Is my sister okay?"

"She's awake now," Aeryn held up her hand when Delwyn stood up, "she needs to rest, she lost a lot of blood." Aeryn held out a small emergency kit. "Someone should look at those scrapes."

Delwyn looked down at her legs, her wounds were scabbed over and bright red blood was dried onto her shins. When she moved her right arm it felt stiff. She flinched as Aeryn roughly grabbed her arm, "ouch," she said as Aeryn whipped out a cloth and a small tub of orange paste.

"Zhaan gave this to me, it will help to stop any infection." Aeryn uncapped the jar and dug her fingers in. She slapped into onto Delwyn's arm and began rubbing it in.

"Ouch," Delwyn tried to wrench her arm out of Aeryn's tight grip.

"What's your problem?" Aeryn demanded.

"You're hurting me," Delwyn said pulling her arm out of Aeryn's hand she brushed her fingers lightly across her tender flesh.

"Well what do you expect me to do?"

"Maybe be a little gentler for one thing," Delwyn snapped, "or just let me do it my own damn self." She reached out and grabbed the jar from Aeryn. Delwyn dug her fingers into the paste and began to gently spread it across her shins. She flinched slightly but when she was done she recapped the tub and handed it back to Aeryn and let Aeryn bandaged up her shins and right arm.

When she was done Delwyn sat slumped against the side of Moya.

When Aeryn stood up Delwyn looked up and when Aeryn turned on her heel Crichton followed and winced.

"Ouch." He said looking from Delwyn to Aeryn.

"What?" Aeryn asked, "did you hurt yourself?"

"No...I was just thinking if looks could kill." Aeryn shot Crichton a perplexed look.

"Look's can kill?" She asked, "I'm afraid I don't quite understand."

Crichton rolled his eyes, "it's a saying. Nevermind, it just means...I don't think she likes you very much."

"What are you talking about? I saved her sister."

"Well, you're also the reason why she's enslaved in the first place."

"What?" Aeryn demanded.

"When we were running back to the ship and she saw you...she was terrified, I just put two and two together."

"Well that's absurd," Aeryn said, "she should be grateful."

"Can I see Annelie now?" Delwyn interrupted.

Crichton jumped and turned around to face the young woman. She was small, and thin like she hadn't had a decent meal in years. Her skin was a deep brown and her hair was copper her face wasn't shielded like her sisters and she had a few scars on her faces from her sunburns. Her clothes were tattered and almost too small for her body. The tank top she was wearing was frayed at the end and her shorts had been altered many times. Her feet were bare and covered with black scabs. She blinked at Crichton and licked her chapped lips.

"Can I?" She asked again.

"Sure," Crichton replied as Delwyn strode past.

"Are you all right?" Aeryn asked, "is something the matter?"

Crichton shook his head, "I don't know, there's just...something about that girl."

Aeryn shot Crichton a sideways glance and rose an eyebrow.

"It's kind of hard to explain, have you ever heard of deja-vu?"

Aeryn nodded "I think so. Is that when you feel something that you have already relived?"

Crichton nodded.

"So you've already relived this girl? How does that make sense?"

Crichton shook his head, "no. That's not what I mean."

"Well what do you mean then?"

"I told you I don't know," Crichton replied.

"Well when you figure it out you might bother to tell me." Aeryn retorted turned sharply on her heel she stalked down the hall.