Soon, the rest of the -surviving and intact- inhabitants of the outpost joined, some, like Elia, taking their portion of the nourishment to the hospice for the wounded. The atmosphere was dour, too many had fallen, some were still struggling with their lives, while the question about 'how' the attackers had managed to infiltrate the outpost remained unanswered. Add to that, the funeral was approaching.<br/><br/>While the others ate in silence, Morr remained standing, waiting. When the dark-skinned man with the fused mouth entered, he approached him "Sir, I must thank you for your help yesterday's night. You had no reason to and could have simply avoided entering the fortifications in the first place. Add to that, you and sister Vanessa saved my life from a surprise attack and were wounded to quite an extent in the process. If you have need of anything I will see to it that it shall be granted." his voice, despite his intent, remaining without emotion.