He simply waited, without concern, during the ride. The battles during his time in the portal of no-where and no-when had forced him to learn that, multiple times. He looked up as the transport slowed, before standing and nodding to the five humanoid constructs and the damaged one. "Get all of them a mind healer, Jashah. We ALL need one. All thousand plus of us. I am just the fool one that managed to get corrupted. Most of them are on the Forge World, ensuring it is still ours. Once that is repaired and secured, they will head here for their own healing."<br/><br/>He followed behind her, toying with his new, fully controlled arm while they did so, ignoring the terror that would likely cause as they headed for the secured sanctum. Once inside, he looked around, the room suddenly full of semi-transparent Draenei, the same ones that had been present when E'Lune had forced V'elen to awake from its hibernation. They only last a few seconds, before he shook his head, the images vanishing like fog in the sun. He turned back, and felt his mouth curl into a smile, something he hadn't done for a long time. "And here I was thinking that we would get to see what the damage as before the intimate parts."<br/><br/>He paused, suddenly realizing he had forgotten how to remove the armor, it had been on for so long that it was like his skin. He forced himself to focus for a moment, before managing to remember the process to put it into standby. The armor flowed over his skin, and it was quickly apparent that he hadn't been out of the armor in millennia. Dried blood, dried sweat so thick it formed it own layer over his skin, the corruption making its hideous additions, and the smell was indescribable. He frowned as he looked down at the ruined mess that had been his body, before shaking his head. "A bath first, I think. I didn't think I was this bad. Sorry for the state of... uncleanliness. I haven't been able to remove that in at least two millennia."<br/><br/>Indeed, his skin was as white as a dead fish that had never been exposed to sun light. He forced himself to concentrate, before his form blurred, and he was clean, but a transparent, ghostlike image of him moved to the side, creating a pool of water in the floor, and then stepped into it, and began cleaning itself. He shook himself, ignoring the image as it cleaned itself thoroughly, forcing the grime, sweat, blood, and smell from it, before turning to Jashah. "So, now what? I seem to have forgotten a lot more than I thought."