Tarrok gingerly laid Aiko on the stretcher, carefully enough to not so much as misplace a hair. Held her hand as Rhona began, squeezing her slender digits. She was the single best thing that had happened to the former soldier of fortune. If something were to happen to her, he wasn’t sure what would become of him.<br/><br/>For a moment, Tarrok thought to argue with Rhona. More than anything, he wanted to be by his wifes side. But she had a point: Their children needed him now, more than anything. Besides, no one really got anywhere arguing with the snarky android.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">“Come on, kids. Lets give Rhona some room to work.”</span>Tarrok said. Sage easily reciprocated being picked up, going back to hugging on to his chest. Held a hand out for his son to take. Lead them back out to the lobby, mercifully sparse at this time of day.<br/><br/>Sage was sniffling as Tarrok sat down in an empty couch. Then she saw her brother, and made an almost pleading gesture toward him. Arms outstretched, asking for a hug. She’d almost run out of tears to cry, but not quite.