He curled his arm around her as she cuddled in close, turning to kiss her and hold her properly when she drew close. "I promise," he murmured. "I'm not going to leave you, not for anything. The rest of this happens with you and I together." He kissed her forehead and nuzzled into her scalp, allowing the warm silence to draw out. His mind turned more to the war as he lay there, to what it would take. He felt proud of his trainees. They had hated him for how hard he pushed, for how much he asked, but now maybe they could at least understand why he had gone so far. Yes, he had been very nearly cruel more than once in his training, and certainly punishing, but he had seen the aftermath. Only six had been killed in the fighting. Out of only twenty-four against a force more than double their size, they had come away with only six losses. Each one stung, but it also reinforced his faith in the rest.<br/><br/>Carson glanced back when she mentioned Sunny. His gut clenched. "Sunny is going to be just fine." He couldn't let himself believe anything less. "I bet the only thing keeping her down is Natya. C'mon, up, up up up, let's shower and dress and go visit her." He tugged her upright and to the bathroom, where he cleaned off with her, dried down, then promptly left to head to the medical wing.<br/><br/>It was not as uplifting as he had hoped. Sunny remained in a comatose state, though her breathing and vital signs were all normal. Natya looked exhausted, and Carson was quick to usher her into one of the other cots for some sleep while he and Malia took a turn sitting with the wounded Strider. He sighed softly and looked over to Malia, forcing himself to smile. "The TRIM report says she'll recover, but she just needs time to kick the poison that Hunter used on her," he said quietly. "So it's not ALL bad... right?"