Altair watched her work hard while another part of his mind worked on keeping the men she finished working on stable. His mind was lifting some cloths to dab away sweat and clean off blood. But it was also taking in what a strong woman Dalaena was. When she pulled away stating that she was tired all focus was brought back to her. They were men and while it was nice to help them they were mentally capable of not being coddled like an injured child. At least they weren't dying now. It was time for Altair to take care of Dalaena. With a clean cloth he wiped away any sweat that might have formedon her forehead. "You did such agood job with the men and we'll pull out of this better than we would have. Now reax and let me work my miracles." He pushed with his mind but softly and brushed against her skin even beyond her clothes. Enveloping every inch of her body he pushed against her skin methodically and slowly and ultimately was massaging her entire body at once.<br/><br/>Altair slowly approached her and removed his helmet. He sat next to her and pushed a few buttons on his suit and it opened up. His body was now exposed for the first time since he landed on the planet. His toned muscles glistening in the sunlight. The captain's long black hair came down to his back in a ponytail and his hazel eyes looked for her's. "Thank you for everything Dalaena." He was now questioning why the men and women were at war becaue clearly with Altair and Dalaena as an example they could coexist peacefully. He was questioning his motives as a captain now. Why were they at war? Was it really that neccessary to fight? But thinking about it he knew why he would fight. He was fighting for diplomacy and he was fighting for the future of the two races becoming one again.