The next day, Val flew off to the Lookout first, feeling the weight of the capsule pack in her pocket with the capsules of antiviral medicines and warmer clothing in it. She knew she should not fly as fast as she was pushing herself, but she felt fine enough to move as quick as she was able to. She landed at the surface of the Lookout. She found Kami and and Mr. Popo quite easily, greeting them both with a respectful bow.

"Val, what brings you here?" Kami greeted. "Have you recovered well thanks to the the hydrangea tea?"

Val felt her ears draw back at the sound of his words. "Better..." she answered softly, not quite wanting to voice how ghostly and hollow she felt and could not quite shake sense her recovery. She dug into her pocket, pulling out the capsule pack and looking over the labels. She handed them both their own set of antiviral medicine. "Daiki and I added it to the antiviral formula. It helps get rid of the virus faster. How did you know about the tea?" she added, trying to sound as respectful as possible. "Daiki thinks that's what kept me alive." She closed the capsule pack and put it back in her pocket. "You sent Piccolo?"

He smiled at her knowingly. "It was better than trying nothing," he responded. "He sensed how ill you were with that much weaker connection the two of you have than he and I do, and came first for a senzu bean from Korin, even though he knew that would not work. I suggested trying fortified water instead. You had drunk it before with no ill effects."

She brought her hands together, clicking the bracelets against one another. She puzzled at that, asking, "why wouldn't a senzu bean work? It would have renewed my strength... Even if I was still ill afterwards, that would have helped, surely? How do you know it wouldn't have worked?"

He shook is head, not giving much of an answer. "It wouldn't have worked," he responded.

"How do you know...?" she repeated, eagerness to know the answer outweighing her desire to not be so nosey. He straightened up, hand tighter on his staff. "The future?" she gasped, wide eyed. "It didn't work for someone in the future!" She thought fast. "It didn't work on Goku, otherwise Trunks wouldn't have come from the future to give him the medicine!"

Now it was his turn to look at her suspiciously. "How did you know the fighter from the future was Trunks?" he asked.

She closed her eyes briefly, biting her lip to keep from swearing over her slip up. "The now Trunks was born three days ago. He-he, um, he looks just like the fighter," she lied. He said nothing, but the sour look on his face told her he knew she was lying. "Piccolo told me. But only because I was avoiding Vegeta for my fear that I was his mother and his fear I would accidentally interfere with between the two of them."

He sighed in a way that made her ears draw back. "He's been too cavalier in his actions with allowing the future to change more than it should. The only change that should have allowed to have happened is preventing Goku's death. He knows the future and should not allow anything more than that to happen," he complained. He also looked quite nervous, as if trying to sense something far away.

She looked up at him, one hand coming to fidget with her hydrangea necklace. "What else has changed?" she asked. She frowned, adding, "wait, was I supposed to get the virus?"

He wiped at his sweaty brow. "I fear worse things could happen with how the unraveling of how the future should go is occurring," he vaguely answered. He looked at her seriously enough that she felt the weight of his stare. "You've succeeded with the virus, so now are you finally ready to train as guardian?"

She slouched her shoulders, thinking first about what Daiki said about her properly studying virology someday on this planet. The planet may have been more primitive than Aviary, but the appeal of learning more than just by doing was enticing in the back of her mind. Yet guardianship, over the whole planet, would allow her to help to protect everyone on it, rather than just a few a virus tried to claim. That, and the power that would come with it. It would be equitable in her mind to her grandfather's hope that one day she would be a high priestess on Aviary. "I..." she started, clicking her teeth. "I fell so far behind in my training going to the Southern Capital to fend off the virus. Plus then getting sick myself. I have to build up more strength, as much as I can for when the androids arrive. Plus I still have duties at Capsule Corps since I need to fill in for Bulma." She looked up at him, feeling guilty for delaying yet again, but not knowing what else to say.

"Delaying yet again," he said sounding impatient.

"I... I..." she searched for another reason to give him. "I don't want to make a decision I will regret or resent. At least not before the androids."

"As if you haven't done that already," he muttered. She looked at him, almost ready to match his irritability with her own. "You could train up here, part time, in tandem with guardianship. Change to focus more in physical training until the androids arrive can be done."

She hummed, not sure what to say or do. "I must..." she began, humming to herself. "I must think about it," she answered with no commitment. "But right now, I, I, I need to deliver these antivirals to the others," she said, tapping on her pocket containing the capsules.

"Very well. Come back here once you've made a decision," he requested.

She nodded, turning to go. "I will," she answered, not sure what she wanted to do.