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<br/>​</div>Shiro felt torn. With one beast out of the way, and the other perhaps soon to follow, an opportunity to render aid to those injured was upon them, but the window was quickly closing. The nature of Shiro's runic semblance was that the older an injury was, the more difficult it was to heal. Wounds older than five minutes were nearly beyond his abilities. It limited him as a physician, but the speed and flexibility of the semblance made him a capable combat medic. Now they were in the field and allies, albeit on another team, were in need of assistance in ways he was equipped to handle.<br/><br/>The flip side to this was the orders K had just given. Shiro instantly recognized her logic on the matter. They had to take care of their own team first. They would be of no use to the greater population dead. The mission was a bust, any potential discoveries about the new Grimm not withstanding, and they needed to fall back to a known area and regroup. It made sense.<br/><br/>...Something about it just didn't feel right though.<br/><br/>Deep down, Shiro found the action dangerously close to running away. ...Running away and potentially leaving others behind... True, Karmyne had gathered up the two wounded and began falling back with the others, but those hadn't been K's orders. In fact, Shiro had the distinct impression that K would have ordered a fallback with or without LITE, period.<br/><br/>This did not sit well with him at all.<br/><br/>With Karma heading back with the two injured from the other team, Shiro found himself defaulting to practicality instead. If he hurried, he could meet them there and there might still be enough time to tend to the wounded. He'd answer to K later if she felt it was the wrong call. For now, there was no solid reason not to. He glanced to Nekro and in a brief moment of confusion asked, "...Did she just call you 'puppy'?"<br/><br/>He shook he head and then flung<i>Second Chance</i>out to grasp a far off branch and then tugged on the line and jumped from their perch to swing through the forest and up to where his watch was wrapped around the tree limb, then repeated the process again and again attempting to keep up with the others as their made their way back to the clearing. Inwardly, he guessed Nekro was capable enough in the wooded area that he'd be able to make it back before any of them, even without his semblance. Robin, however, was a different story, and while it wasn't as if they shared any kind of special bond of friendship, the fact remained that they were trusting him to follow suit. There was no solid reason to think that he wouldn't, or even couldn't, but there was something to be said for putting your back to a team member and just<i>hoping </i>they wouldn't fall somewhere behind you along the way. Then there was the matter of what Robin had been doing so close to the gas cloud.<br/><br/>Later, even if unrequested, Shiro would prepare a report on their observations on the Grimm, along with analysis and speculation on the beast's toxic cloud. What he had witnessed suggested that the miasma was possibly part of the Grimm in some way, in that it was generated by the creature, could channel or conduct the creature's unique energy, and that its composition seemed to disperse once the Grimm was destroyed, similar to the way Grimm themselves disintegrated into nothingness once killed. It was this same trait which made Grimm so difficult to study, and if the gas shared this feature then it would likewise be just as challenging to capture and study. The knee-jerk reaction of most scientific circles would be to say that it was impossible, but technology had come a long way, and Shiro himself had always tried to avoid the notion of "impossible." His own goals revolved around proving that word erroneous.