<span style="color: #BF80FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"You're going to make it,"</span></span>Uriel insisted.<br/><br/>Velneir felt the need to interrupt the touching emotional moment and get his two cents in.<span style="color: #BF80FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"Am I the only one who looked into human anatomy?"</span></span>he asked rhetorically, antennae buzzing irritatedly. He sighed.<span style="color: #BF80FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"The mouth leads to the esophagus and then the stomach, where food gets mixed around,"</span></span>he twisted his wrist for emphasis.<span style="color: #BF80FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"While you were pouring blood down his throat it was getting absorbed through his cell membranes because the mouth doesn't lead directly to the bloodstream. The stomach is like a sack full of acid and that acid dissolves food. The whole thing is coated in a layer of mucus so that it doesn't digest itself. So, to get to the bloodstream, Anak's blood was poking holes in that mucus membrane. The idiot saved your life, but gave you about a dozen ulcers in the process."</span></span><br/><br/>Uriel blinked. That lesson on human anatomy was new to her, and she made a mental note to find other ways of healing Ryan than by pouring her blood down his throat.<br/><br/><span style="color: #8080FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"I could use some rest,"</span></span>Anak said softly, retreating to a separate room in the back of the ship (which, as a whole, was relatively small and shaped somewhat like a figure eight). Uriel's eyes followed him suspiciously as he wandered off, then she returned her attention to her would-be lover.<span style="color: #BF80FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"Just stop talking and rest for a bit,"</span></span>she said, gently forcing him to lay down and petting his head.<br/><br/>They were outside earth's atmosphere already, and the trip was shockingly smooth. Velneir started inputting the coordinates for Ig'zaalta.