Akra sighs, slipping over to Gold, forming an odd tool that silently spins above Golds head, allowing her to examine his vitals as well as causes for this odd pain.<br/><br/>Chiro grins back, "Definately love, definately." he has some of his shake, watching silently, "Yeah, you probably should, and besides, we're the owners of this vessel now, Ome and me."