Kona blinked as she tugged on him. Standing up and then hugged her back. Smiling even though he could see how tired she was. He was tired himself. He followed her as she pulled him to the ship. Wllingly following her as she did so. He followed her down below. Yawning as they neared the room. It had been a tiring few days. Now he just wanted to rest and relax. Maybe take a nap while they hoped fo the best. Hoped for Miro to be back soon. He didnâ€™t have anything dry to wear so he took one of the really long shirts Ikol had laid out the other day and changed into it. It fit him like a dress. Laying his dress out for it to dry. He then climbed up into the bed. Laying on his side against the wall. Falling asleep next to her but not touching her. Trying to respect her space.<span style="font-style: italic">Miro smiled a bit as he heard what Ian said he just was unconscious so couldnâ€™t answer. He whined as each step moved him. Blood dripping out of the place the rib had poked through the skin onto his shirt. Just a few droplets with each movement. He laid damsel in distress style in Ianâ€™s arms. His good arm clutching Ianâ€™s shirt. The other arm just dangling and causing him pain. The man had broken his arm. It hurt and made him whimper with each movement of it. He laid on his back on the bed. The ship doctor would need to check on his injuries, primarily the ribs and his arm, and tend to them. He reluctantly let go of the safety net when he was laid on the bed. â€œSafe........â€ Came the one word out of the unconscious boys lips. He smelled Tes where he was laying. The blankets holding his scent. He gripped the blanket but didnâ€™t move. His body hurt and he whimpered in pain with every breath. He slowly began to wake. â€œHome...â€ he said as he looked around. His vision blurring from pain. A smile crossed his lips even though it was pain filled.</span>