His world seemed liquid, unreal. He had felt.. someone pick him up, and deposit him somewhere soft. He hoped that was Malin. He would have to thank her properly later. He felt his clothes give way, to some unknown force. If he had been conscious, he would have likely blushed at the treatment.<br/><br/>He distinctly remembered hearing what sounded like.. a roar? inside the kitchen. Had she done that? he thought. He tried to move, but his body was severely weak. His body quivered at the lancing pain of his wounds being cleaned. But at the same time, he could feel, something else. A feeling of.. sadness? Was this from Malin? He could have then kicked himself. Of course it was from her. He had gone and charged into battle, though once again, it felt like he was a spectator, like he was watching himself do all these things.<br/><br/>However, he had done this without thinking, that he now had her to care for. What would have happened if he had been killed? A spike of guilt would flash through his mind at that. '<strong>I must apologize to her..</strong>' he thought. Slowly, he awoke, finding himself on the infirmary bed. He was silently amazed, that she had been able to carry him here. How long had he been out? He winced as pain came from his belly. He moved the cover aside, noting the quality of the dressing across his abdomen. "Nice work, girl." he said softly, as he slowly sat up. He could her some movement in the cargo hold. Momentarily, he was filled with dread. What if more pirates had shown up? His fear quelled as he reached out, feeling no other minds, other than Malin's. He concentrated, focusing on her mind, and on establishing a connection.<br/><br/>~Malin, can you hear me?~ he sent through, hopeful that she would hear it..