Ilion looked at the other’s hand as it tilted, then glanced at the Lily.  Yeah, it was pretty much like that, wasn’t it?  His own landing was a little more fortunate.  His floors were still the floors, and they were relatively level, though on a slight pitch.<br/><br/>He scoffed at the last remark and folded his arms over his chest.<br/><br/>“Sorry, but that sounds ridiculous.  Won’t hurt me…”  He leaned down toward the man.  “You tried to<i>kill</i>me not an hour ago.  You,” he continued, pointing at Urudal, “stay<i>here</i>,” then the hull of the ship he was perched on.  Ilion straightened and gave the man another assessing look.  Definitely couldn’t drag him like that through the forest.  “I’m still waiting on the ship to vent smoke.  It won’t be safe to stay inside for more than a few minutes until then.  I’ll go grab a med kit.”<br/><br/>He spun around and headed back in through the hatch he’d crawled out of, making sure to close and secure it behind him.  He didn’t need Urudal getting impatient and following him in… getting his grubby hands all over Sidriel’s insides.  He knew that it was inevitable, but he’d count it as a victory this time.<br/><br/>There was still smoke, but it had died down, spread itself thin.<br/><br/>«I think he likes you.»<br/><br/>“Oh, shut up, Seraph,” he spat back.  “What about this smoke?”<br/><br/>«On to business, then.  Typical.  All life support should be fully operational in another thirty minutes or so, including ventilation and air scrubbers.  The ship will be safe by the time you return from your date.»<br/><br/>“Very funny,” he grumbled.  “Alright.  Good work, Seraph.  Send me a message if anything comes up.”<br/><br/>Minutes after he’d went inside, Ilion was climbing back out with the med kit in tow.  He also wore his cloak.  This time it wasn’t to hide from curious eyes, but the light from the sun.  His pale skin didn’t appreciate prolonged exposure.<br/><br/>“It should be fine by the time we get back,” he relented.  He thought of sleeping arrangements and thought back to when he’d first taken the Sidriel.  He’d seen a couple of the crew members and one was pretty fucking massive, too.  That meant that there was probably a bed in there that would accommodate Urudal.  Though it was more rewarding to think of making the giant sleep on the floor.