Urudal wasn’t sure what to make of the emotion that rolled over Ilion’s features.  Repulsion, disgust. Was it due to two male figures or his race? Or maybe it was just him.   Maybe the comment was too much.  He would have to keep those sorts of thoughts to himself.  Or...  maybe a new type of chase needed to commence.<br/><br/>He liked what he saw for he never saw anything quite like the man next to him. He was different, perhaps a half breed.   Urudal’s chocolatey brown eyes with flecks of rust coloring and they were focused entirely on Ilion.  “Huh? Oh. Yes.  I think so.”  He looked down at his leg and spoke, “Need to clean and dress. Keep infection out.”<br/><br/>He was going to need a clean area and clean clothes.  “Can I do that on your ship? Mine is...”  he lifted a big hand and tilted it sideways to show what he saying. It meant everything inside of it wouldn’t be able to be used as intended.  He grunted at the thought of going back in there for supplies. It was going to be a pain in the ass.	“We should combine supplies.   We stay on your ship?  Room for me?  I won’t hurt you.”