Lance had been asleep for two days.

Time had never moved at such a slow pace to Keith- each second feeling as though a thousand years had passed.

During that time, Tellru had appeared at the door, bringing a doctor with her. Keith didn't want to let them in, but there was only so much he could do for Lance. So with a grit in his teeth, he let the doctor approach the unconscious Paladin. Keith kept close and was ready to pounce the second something seemed strange.

While Keith had been able to clean the wounds expertly, actually closing them had been difficult without the doctor's assistance. He sewed them up, bandaging them thoroughly. He even took off the bandages around Lance's eyes.

Keith couldn't help but grip Lance's hand at the sight of them. The slash had been deep and jagged, cutting perfectly right across his right eye and up from his left.

"What gave him such a wound?" Tellru inquired, "Were you attacked on the way here?"

"...Galra," He says, "We mentioned that before- we are their enemies too,"

Tellru nods, pausing when the doctor said something, "We are going to put a few herbs on them. They look bad, but there is a chance they will heal if we act fast enough. I can't guarantee we can mend them, but we will try,".

Keith nodded numbly, "If you can try… then try," He watched the doctor pull out a few herbs, pressing them together and putting in water and something else. Smooshing them together they seemed to make a kind of sticky substance that he smeared along Lance's wound. The blue Paladin stirred only slightly from the sensation but quickly fell quiet again, his hand tightening around Keith's.

After at least an hour, the doctor rose, bowed his head to Keith, and left.

"Do you require anything?" Tellru inquired at the door, "I can bring you some food if you wish,"

"...Sure," he didn't move, unable to tear his eyes away from Lance.

Tapping her finger against the door frame, Tellru hesitantly said, "...He must care about you a lot,"

Keith slowly tore his gaze from Lance to look at her, "What?"

"He wasn't going to go through with the challenge at first… he was terrified. But when he discovered that there was a claim on you- which means that Rashra would have taken you as his own pure at sundown… well, he didn't hesitate. He wanted to get to you no matter what,"

Keith couldn't swallow for a few seconds, his tongue thick and mouth dry, "Why are you telling me this?" he croaked.

"I'm not sure," she admits, "I just felt that you should know." reaching into her bag, she pulled two objects out and tossed them to him, "Here,"

Catching them, Keith was pleased to discover it was both his and Lance's Bayard, "Are you even allowed to give me these?" he questioned.

"Not to you, no. But, if you are anything like Lance, then I feel it will only be a matter of time before you earn your place amongst us." with a little smile, she bowed her head and left.

Finding her a little strange, if not an ally he could trust, for now, he placed his Bayard down and looked at Lance. Gently running his fingers over his palm, Keith sighed.

There were no real signs of change as the hours passed by.

From time to time Lance would wake up in a panic, yelling and calling out. Keith would rush to him, wrestling him back to the bed so he wouldn't strain himself, soothing him back to sleep within a few seconds.

He never left his side, barely even willing to try and leave the room.

No Coeihn came to see them, only Tellru every now and again. Perhaps they were giving them both time to rest, but Keith wasn't sure.

At certain points throughout each day there was a knock at the door, but when Keith went to open the door, the hallway was empty and a tray of food with a note from Tellru was left behind. He was hesitant to feed Lance anything in fear or it being poisoned.

At some point, he knew Lance would have to eat at some and taste tested the food himself, waiting. When 5 hours passed and he was still alive and breathing, he fed it to Lance through awake state.

He was delirious, mumbling and whimpered incoherent sentences, all the while gripping and tugging at Keith's shoulders like a lifeline.

"Keith…" the sob from Lance's chest broke Keith's heart, drawing up some horrible pain deep within him.

"I'm here," he whispers to Lance's temple, "Go back to sleep, I'm here." Sensing that Lance was starting to grow hot, he made a grab for a cloth and got it wet. Placing it to Lance's forehead, he brushed the back of his palm to Lance's face, feeling his temperature.

He would hit a heavy fever then break from it after a short time. This process went on for hours, each one worrying Keith more and more.

At some point, Lance weak voice caught his attention, "...Keith?" he murmured in a hoarse voice.

Keith ran to him, almost tripping over his own feet, ignoring the pain that shot up from his wound. "Lance," he says, relieved,

"I can't…" Lance lifts a hand, then freezes, his upper lip quivering suddenly, "Oh yeah… Blind." they way he says that, having forgotten the fact and then forced to accept it, was like needles to Keith's very soul. "Where are we?"

"You're safe. We are still in the room from before," he is reaching towards the nightstand. "Here, you need to drink some water," Lifting the back of Lance's head, he brought the cup to his lips. Lance took a small sip then coughed, turning over. Keith patted his back reassuringly then they tried again. Lance scarfed it down, gasping a little. He clings to Keith's arms, pain enveloping him.

"Take it easy, that's it. You're okay- I'm here,' Keith soothes. He had never taken care of anyone like this before, his body just moving on his own. Half of the things he said didn't really register to him until after they were already said aloud. It was almost flustering how close he would hold Lance to him, cradling him like one would an infant.

"You need to eat,"

The grumble from Lance's stomach has the blue paladin forcing himself to sit up. Propping his back using pillows, Keith brings him a bowl of soup.

Lance reached out a weak hand to take the bowl but Keith ushered them away, "I'll do it," he insists. Seating on the edge of the bed, he brought the spoon to Lance's mouth.

Lance seemed to want to make a comment on the idea of Keith feeding him soup, but his hunger got the best of him and he simply accepted it.

"How are you feeling?"

"Horrible- Like I got hit by a car," He runs a hand down his side, feeling the bandages. "How long has it been?"

"We're coming up to three days in a few hours," Keith announces.

"How is your leg?"

"Wha-" Keith can't help but shake his head, smiling a little, "You would think you would be more concerned about yourself considering what you just went through,"

"You took an laser beam to the leg- that is a lot more damaging than a blade or punch," Lance huffs, puffing his cheeks out in a way Keith thinks is oddly endearing.

"You took a lot more than just some small slashes and punches Lance… I thought you were going to die," he lowers his voice. Neither of them say anything for a bit. Finding his voice, Keith asks, "Want more water?"

Yeah,"

Making him a cup, Keith held it to his lip. Lance met him half way, gripping Keith's wrist slightly to hold it steady

He sighed when cool liquid poured down his throat. When he was done, he kept his grip on Keith, saying, "Have you uh-" He cleared his throat, "Did you stay with me this whole time?" he lowered his head when he realized just how close Keith was to him. He could feel his body heat emanating into his own.

"Where would I have gone?" Keith said softly.

Lance shrugs a little, "I dunno…" his slowly slide his hand down, unintentionally brushing his fingers to Keith's. Tensing a little, the two of them sucked in a little breath. Not sure if they should pull away or not, they stayed in the position- Keith slowly slide his fingers into Lance's- holding them tightly. It wasn't like they hadn't held hand before- so what were they getting flustered about?

Quietly, not even sure if Lance would hear him, the red paladin whispers, "I'm glad you are okay."

The other gulps, "Yeah…"

Keith's heart was hammering, his brain unable to come up with any sly comment or way to break this… tension? Was this a tense moment? No, it was more of- it was just… it was different. It was something new that he couldn't describe.

"U-Um… S-So-"

"Yeah?" Lance asked a little too quickly for Keith to prepare for it.

"Want… more water?" he asked lamely, panicked.

"...Yup," Lance nodded vigorously through a red face, "Water sounds good," Taking it when Keith handed him a glass, he took delicate sips. Slowly, awkwardly, hesitantly and almost unwillingly, he to his fingers away from Keith's.

Their hands felt empty when they lowered them back to their sides. What was happening? They couldn't understand.

There was a knock on the door.

Tensing, Lance turned to face it, "Someone is here,"

"Hold on," giving Lance's shoulder a squeeze, Keith padded over to it. He first thought it would have been Tellru dropping off more food, but it was a different hour than she normally did.

Ready to punch whatever walked through if it was a threat, he opened the door and stepped back. A tall Coeihn stepped in a second later with a tray, smiling at them. "Salutations!"

Keith recognized him instantly, "You!"

"Who?' Lane squeaked in a panic from the bed.

"Champion of champions! Good to see you up!" The overly cheery Coeihn cut between them. Lance recognized the voice, but couldn't quite place it. "I apologize once again for before."

Lance gasped a little, "Dravla!" he points in the wrong direction then lowered his hand when he realized it.

Keith knew who he was- the final champion of the challenge. "What are you doing here?" he growled.

"We came to check on you," A second voice resounds in the room. It was Tellru, "Hello Lance," she greeted, "It is good to see you awake. I hope you slept well,"

"Yeah," Lance rubbed at his eyes. "What are you two doing here?"

"We thought we would bring you Lunch- sorry for coming earlier than we normally do." Tellru says,
"I'm technically not supposed to be here," Dravla says in a hush hush kind of tone, "So don't tell on me."

"He wanted to check on your injuries." Tellru explained.

"You mean the ones you gave him?" Keith grumbled, stepping between the two, arms folded.

"Well I didn't give him all of those-" Dravla pouts a little. It was a weird sight from the normal stern faced Coeihns Keith had seen up to that point.

"You helped me," Lance says. Keith's couldn't believe that- especially not after seeing him pummel Lance the way he did.

"Helped you? He beat you up!"

"He let me win…" Lance lets the words fade off. He didn't seem to like to admit that, but he doubted he would have gotten through that fight without the assistance.

Keith was caught of guard, "He-?" he looked at Dravla, "You helped him?" The idea of having any ally in this strange world sounded too good to be true. "Why?"

"Normally I wouldn't," Dravla says honestly, "But Tellru requested, and well- I just can't say no to her," he smiled fondly in her direction. She gave him a similar look.

"So, what, are you two are in cahoots or something?" Lance questions.

"He is my equivalent," Tellru says with pride, shocking the two Paladins, "I won him over fair and square."

"Did you win me indeed- straight through the heart," Dravla sounds flirty. It was weird. "Oh what a sight- I'll never forget it."

"Can we- yeah, let's not talk about this." Keith cringes like one would when their parents were being cute to each other. "Lance should really get more rest,"

"I've been sleeping for three days, I don't need anymore rest," he says behind him.

"You were almost beat to death, you need rest," Keith tells him.

"Do not,"
"Do too,"
"Do not,"

"I'm not fighting you about this," Keith points a finger at him.

"Good, cause I would win. Hey Tellru, you got any communication devices around here?"

Not sure what Lance would want with those, Keith watches Tellru rub her chin, "Well, yes, of course. Do you require them?"

"Yeah, but I need a real powerful one. One that can send a signal strong enough to reach space," Lance grins from ear to ear. Keith hadn't even thought of means in which of contacting the team, but here Lance was, already looking into it. Keith felt some sort of pride in his gut.

"Space communication," Dravla whistles, "Why do you need that?"

"We need to get back to our team," Keith explains, "It is important."
Tellru hummed, "I see. Well- I can't guarantee results immediately, but I shall try to get you a council with our King. He is the only one who can authorize off world communication."

"We would appreciate at that, Tellru." Lance stretches his arms, still sluggish, "So- what do you guys have that is fun around here?"

"Parlogging," Dravla says.
"...I don't know what that is,"
"We race Parlogs,"

"What is a Parlog?" Keith frowns.

"It's a- you know… You two have never seen a Parlog?"

"They aren't from this world, treasure," Tellru says to him with a little giggle. Keith wasn't sure what to say about these two. He had gotten so use to Tellru's straightforward and stern attitude towards them that this sweet and bubbly whatever from her was kind of strange. And Dravla had been very intimidating when he first saw him but now- well, he seemed kind of goofy and lovesick- Keith couldn't wrap his head around it.

"Oh yeah! Well we should show you them then!" Dravla concludes.

"Can we even leave?" Keith questions. They had just been considered prisoners less than a few days ago.

"You may walk freely- Lance is now considered a Coeihn, after all," she announced, "I can give you a tour if you would like,"

Keith wasn't sure how he thought about it. How were you suppose to act when your were a prisoner one day and a hero the next? In all honestly, he didn't want Lance walking around- especially amongst these people. Tellru and Dravla seemed like one thing, but everyone else hadn't exactly made a great impression.

"I want to go!" Lance pumped his fist.

Keith sputtered at him, "Your injuries,"

"They are fine," he waves it off. "It's cramped in here,"

They had been in here for three days- he supposed that it might- might, do them some good to get out for fresh air. "Are you sure you can walk?"

"Let's see," Lance swings his legs over the side of the bed and attempts to stand. His legs are jelly, giving out on him in a second. Keith sprang into action when his knees buckled, catching him.

"Careful!" he says, hating how fragile Lance felt in his arms. If he squeezed just a little to hard he felt he might break him. Lance wasn't supposed to feel this delicate- this vulnerable. It just made him want to keep Lance away from the Coeihns and in this room a little bit more, "Maybe we should wait another day or two," he says, almost pleading with Lance.

A little flustered, Lance straightens, "I want to go out…"

"You can't walk," Keith says.

"We have movable chairs if you would prefer those," Tellru says.

"Like a wheelchair?" Lance inquires.

Tellru isn't sure, "I… suppose?"

"Wheelchair sounds better than a movable chair, we should change the name to that," Dravla insists with a grin.

These people were not helping him convince Lance not to push himself. "We don't-"

"Let's get those," Lance make little guns with his fingers at them.

"Lance," he says through gritted teeth.

Lance is already trying to walk forward to follow the two Coeihns and Keith stumbled, holding onto Lance to prevent him from falling. Forced to stay with him or let Lance fall- which he wouldn't allow, they made it down the hall.

Dravla ran off to fetch a wheelchair, returning a few minutes later with one. "Here you are,"

Lance blindly reached out till he felt the side of it and maneuvered into the seat. "Thanks," he says.

Keith couldn't stop him, so he gripped the handles of the wheel chair and pushed him.

"Okay Keith, you gotta tell me every little thing you see," Lance instructs him as they move out of the building, "Okay?" Lance smiles over his shoulder.

Keith pouts a little, trying to say no, trying to go against it, but the smile is just so pure and excited. How could Lance even want to see this planet after everything he had been through? Was this Paladin even real?

"...Fine,"

He describes the land the best he can. All in all, it looked like a city from a medieval fairy tale. Large stone based buildings all squished together with stone paths connecting them. The square was buzzing with merchants and citizens, adults and children talking without a care in the world. If Keith had seen this sight first, he would have assumed Coeihns were a very peaceful race.

Perhaps they still kind of were- just ones that gained honor through combat and had no problem getting their hands dirty if needed.

As they pushed through, several of the citizens stopped to stare at them, a few even clapping and cheering for them in a strange language. "What are they saying?" Lance asked.

"They are cheering for you- as the new Champion of five,"

"New champion of five… why do I not like the sound of that? I don't have to fight any more, do I?" he cringed.

"Not unless you want to,' Tellru smiles, "It basically just means that until someone new can defeat our five champions, you are now considered our strongest warrior,"

Keith could feel Lance's ego edging to the surface, "Strongest warrior, huh?" he grinned, a glint to his teeth.

"Don't let it get to your head- the last one let you win, remember?" Keith says. Lance puffed at him.

"Way to ruin it, Keith," he looked towards where he heard Tellru last, "So- what happens when someone else beats the five champions? Do I have to fight them to determine which one of the two of us is stronger?" he paled.

"No. Our rules are kind of strange- who ever wins against the five just becomes the strongest. If you wanted to earn the title back you could challenge him I suppose, but most are fine with the title lasting only a short time before handing it to another," Dravla says.

"Oh…" Lance bites his lower lip, "So um- how is that 4th champion? Is he- is he okay?" he asks slowly, trying to be subtly, but there is a waver in his voice, "...He isn't dead, right?"

Dravla blinks rapidly at Lance, "Oh… Oh! Of course not!" he laughs, "We Coeihns do not die that easily Blue Champion. You stabbed him in the stomach, yes, so it will take time for him to recover from it, but he simply fell unconscious when he fell over and hit his head too hard against the ground. Nothing to worry about. I actually saw him yesterday- he was very impressed with your determination and will. All of us Champions were. It really taught us not to underestimate our opponent- no matter their size or physical disabilities."

Lance slouched a little like something tight in his chest was uncoiling, "That's good…"

Unable to stop himself from staring, wondering just how long that topic had been gnawing away at Lance's mind, Keith pushed him towards something resembling stables. Doubting this world had horses, though not minding if they did, Keith peeked over the fence.

"Okie Dokie!" Dravla jumped over the fence and paused, "That is a saying you use right? Cause I was really just trying to rhyme,"

"It's fine," Keith frowns.

Dravla grinned in approval, "So! Do you boys want to see Parlogs?! Or um.. Hear some Parlogs, in Lance's case,"
"Yes!" Lance says.

Whistling to the Coeihns by the stable, they reached for one of the gates and opened it. "Okay, so this will only take a sec-" Something heavy rammed into Dravla. Not expecting that, Keith jumped, causing the whole wheelchair to shake.

Lance gripped the armrests of it, yelling, "What just happened?!"

Some strange creature, bigger then a pig by all means, but not quite as big as a bull was rolling around with Dravla. It was violent, both grunting and ramming into each other- like two lions fighting for dominance.

Assuming this was a Parlog, Keith scanned it over. It was a dark red, sprouting four pointed horns from its skull. Its legs were smaller, hoofed at the end. It's sharp teeth and golden eyes were the only thing that made him reconsider it being a simple mix between a bull, pig and deer.

"Be calm," Tellru instructed, "This is normal. A Parlog requires respect and if you wish to ride it you must prove yourself to it. A show of strength or intelligence is what it tends to look for,"

"...Sounds like red," Lance whistled, "Hey Keith, you should go out there," he jokes.

"He can if he would like to," Tellru says.

Lance can already feel Keith curiously moving towards the fence to watch how Dravla takes it down. Leaning forward, Lance is grabbing his wrist, "Dude, no! I was joking,"
"I use to wrestle pigs when I was a kid," Keith grins a little.

"That- so? That thing definitely doesn't sound like a pig!" Lance was trying to picture little Keith rolling around with some pigs- it felt like something he would do.

"It is bigger than one," Keith agrees, "A lot uglier too. Ooh~" he said in awe when Dravla grabbed the Parlog by two of it's 4 horns and tossed it over his shoulder. A few of the guys caring for the stables whistled and cheered at him, barking a few words and encouragement.

Hitting the ground hard, Dravla leapt up onto the back of the Parlog. It tried to buck him off only once before huffing and trotting around the stable. Dravla held on tight to the horns, smirking towards their direction. "That is how it is done!" he bellowed.

"I didn't see a thing!" Lance yelled back.

"UH…. It was awesome, I promise!" Dravla yelled back awkwardly. Moving towards their side of the fence, he patted the Parlogs head. "Okay boys, go ahead and take a gander."

It smelled, and Lance scrunched up his nose when he leaned forward. "Can I touch it?"
"Go for it."

Sticking his hand through the fence, Keith watching with baited breath, ready to pull out his Bayard. Taking a few tries, Lance placed his hand to the Parlogs snout.""

"Hmm… feels like a snake. Weird."

"What is a snake?" Tellru asks.

"Something from my world. Keith, pet it- it is cool."

Keith does, running his hand curiously over the skin and horns. "Do you ride these things for sport?"

"Sometimes- but we use them in battle too." Dravla answers, "Perhaps when your leg is healed more you can give it a go yourself- though I wouldn't advice trying to ride one this big when you first start. They can be pretty vicious- but this guy knows me." The Parlog snorted at him, reaching around to lick his hand. "We were just wrestling a second ago."

Lance, though he could only hear the skirmish, cringed, "That is what wrestling is to you guys? I thought it was tearing you apart…"

"Nonsense, this guy is a big sweetheart," Dravla leaned forward and hugged the Parlogs back, "Aren't you? Who's a good Parlog? You are! Yes you are!" he squealed. The Parlog made a little noise and started to run, taking Dravla with them.

Rolling her eyes, Tellru turned, "Well- He'll be distracted with that for a while. There is still so much to see,"
"Do you guys have an ocean?' lance inquired.

"Yes, we do, but it is a few miles from here. Perhaps during another day I can arrange a ride and you can go see it?"

"That would sound awesome." Lance loved the ocean. If anything was going to help cool his nerves, it was that.

"Alright- here, let me get a map for you two to have in case I'm not able to lead you around later and get called for work. Stay here," she rushed into the closet shop, leaving them alone.

Keith sighed and leaned against the back of the wheel chair, listening to Lance whistle, "So you seriously going to try Parlogging?"

"It doesn't seem too different from pig wrestling or bull riding,"

"You've done both of those?""

"Yes."

"Jeez- Keith the Bull rider. Why does that title fit you so well?"

Keith smirked smugly, "It just does-" he put a hand on Lance's shoulder and pulled back on the handles to stop him when a Coeihn ran towards them. Unlike the other Coeihns, who had kept a distance, this one was charging right towards them.

Lance went tense, "What?" he asked. Keith tugged him behind him, glaring daggers at the alien. It stopped, looking at him with wide eyes.

"It's a Coeihn,"
"...What does it want?" Lance inquired softly.

Keith frowned, "It is just standing there- looking at us."

"Does it want something?"

"Doesn't matter-" Keith held up a threatening fist to the Coeihn. They only blinked at him… then giggled. The giggle was high pitched and Lance froze at the sound. He had heard something similar to that all throughout his life when his younger siblings would wrestle with him or his niece would come over to play.

Slowly, he lifted his hand to grip Keith's elbow. "Keith?" he says in a low voice

"Yeah?"

"Is it a child?" he purses his lips, already knowing the answer.
"..." Now that Keith thought about it, this Coeihn was very small, "Yes?"

"Are you seriously threatening a child?" Lance rubbed his temple, frustrated for some reason.

"It is a dangerous alien!" Keith insisted. He couldn't take any chances on this planet! Size didn't matter- anything could be a threat!

"It is a child!" Lance couldn't believe this was happening again. The same thing had happened back at Arus when Keith tried to beat up an Arusian. Granted those Arusians were all adults, but there were all very small, "You are ridiculous!" he tried to push his chair forward but Keith stopped by grabbing his shoulders, still not sure if this Coeihn could be trusted or not, child or not.

"Ridiculous?" Keith growled, "I'm trying to protect you!"

"Wha-" Lance swatted his hands off his shoulders, ears red, "From a little kid? How tall are they?"

"I dunno- to my knee."
"You are protecting me from something that is the height of your knee? Have you no shame in the means of which you threaten others?" he gasped dramatically.

As they bickered, Tellru returned with a map. Not sure what they were doing, she moved around them. Looking forward, she gasped and dropped to her knees. The child ran for her, leaping into her arms.

Tellru swung the child up, cheering, "Ruru!"

"Ruru?" Lance paused from fighting to repeat the word, finding it kind of cute, "What is a Ruru?"

"She is Ruru," Tellru explained, "This is my daughter,"

"Oh!" He elbowed Keith, trying to subtly convey the fact that Keith was threatening Tellru's beloved child, "Say hello," he grumbled.
"...Hello Ruru," Keith said stiffly.

Lance held out a hand in the direction he hoped the child was, "Hi, Ruru."

A little hand grabbed his and shook it, "Hello."

Keith was a little startled to hear her speak English, "She knows our language?"
"Only a few words- she is a fast learner." Tellru says proudly, "I told her of you and she was very excited to meet both of you. I hope you do not mind."

Lane was smiling, "No, not at all."

"That is good-" Tellru then switches to the Coeihn language and they can't understand her anymore, ("But young lady, why are you not with your nanny?") she frowns.

Ruru pouts a little, ("She is a meanie, I don't like her,")

("You've never liked any sitter we've gotten for you. I understand you may dislike them, Ruru, but your Father and I can't always be home and we worry when you run off without telling anyone,")

("I wanted to meet the Blue champion- who is the other one?")

("His Equivalent… kind of,") Tellru wasn't sure what Keith was to Lance at this point. ("His name is Keith,")

"Hi, Keef," Ruru turns to him.

"Keith," he corrects.

"Keef,"

"Keith," he corrects a little more insistently

Ruru frowns, "Ke...Keeeeef,"

"Dude, she is like 5 or something, just go with Keef," Lance hits him lightly on the side. He frowns and sighs.

There is a boisterous cheer behind them and Dravla is shooting over the fence.

("Do I hear my precious Baby girl?!") He sprints and slides into the picture, scooping Ruru up before she can even react, tossing her up. Snorting out a laugh half way in the air, she fell into her Father's arm.

("Hi, Papa!")

("Hello, Angel! Did you run away from the nanny again, you silly girl~") he cooed

("Don't praise her for that, Dravla,") Tellru grumbles

Dravla is still swooning, "Did you meet Keith and Lance?"
She nods, "I lick them,"

"...Why did you lick them?" Dravla's smile slowly faded to a frown, confusion plain on his face.

"She likes them, is what she meant to say," Tellru said quickly.

"I was about to say- I don't remember her licking me," Lance snorted.

"We were actually just discussing Keith's name," Tellru announced.

"Keef,"
Dravla was giggling, "Oh my gosh, she says your name so cute Keith,"

"It is Keith, not Keef," he grumbles.

"A child struggles to say some things correctly," Dravla insists, "Come on, you can't tell me you don't find it the slightest bit adorable,"

Lance kind of wished he were able to see what the three looked like. Ruru sounded very cute, and the more he talked with Dravla the more he wanted to see how this childish like man was considered so intimidating.

He felt Tellru looked exactly as she sounded- elegant but stern.

Titling his head a bit, his cheek brushed against something. Startled a little bit, he realized it was Keith's hand- it was still holding on tightly to his shoulder.

He hadn't even realized it was still there.

When had he gotten so use to Keith's touch that it felt natural to be there?

Wondering if it was the same for Keith, he slowly lifted his hand, placing it over Keith's. Keith didn't say a word- he didn't move or flinch. His voice didn't even waver or pause during his conversation to acknowledge Lance's actions.

Maybe that was because Lance had been reaching for him and holding his hand nonstop since they got here? Probably…

Pursing his lips, definitely not enjoying the fact that he could hold Keith's hand whenever he wanted, he intertwined their fingers.

Nothing weird about this. Nope.

Just two dudes holding hands like boyfriends… that was fine, it didn't mean anything. No matter how fast his pulse was or how much his spine shivered- it meant nothing.

"I'm hungry," he announces to avoid his own thoughts- which was sad.

Tellru hums a little, "I know just the place we can go- their food is spectacular,"

"Food!" Ruru cheers. She shuffles a little to Keith, and takes his hand. Keith blinked once, then twice at her. Not sure if he should say something or pull away he ended up just standing there.

Tellru and Dravla was holding in little giggles, smiling at him, mouthing, "Aww,"

Feeling a little embarrassed, Keith sighs and was going to reach out his free hand to push Lance… only to find his other hand is also being held by Lance. He hadn't even noticed…

"Uh-" he almost pulled away but knew Lance often did this when he felt uncomfortable. "I can't really push-"

Lance's face turned red and he snatched his hand away and placed it on his lap, turning his head in the other direction.

"Oooh, this is too cute!" Dravla was cackling, moving around the wheelchair. "Here Keith- We'll switch!"

"Wait- what?" Keith frowned.

Dravla grabbed the handles of the wheelchair and started running. Not expecting the burst of speed, Lance yelled when they shot over the path.

"HEY!" Keith roared at him, running. Ruru ran after him. Keith was only as fast as she was with his limp, which bugged him. "Get back here! Don't just run off with him!"