Devon paused as Roby mentioned going back to her clan. She didn't leave on the best of terms, and seriously doubted that she'd be welcomed back. But, she didn't protest. They all needed to get medical treatment. And, thus, you come back in need, she thought to herself. And then she remembered the det in Red's hand.
"Wait, Red, don't push it, yet. We can't take the chance that Kal's still on that ship," Red opened his mouth to protest, "I promise you can push it as soon as we find Kal and Hobbe. I won't deny you that." She eased up on her foot as they walked, making her limp more pronounced, until she could feel the pain, she wasn't going to take that chance.
Devon handed Red an inhaler(sp?) of some sort. "What's this?" he winced as he spoke. "Something that will help with your breathing. Push the button, and breathe in the bacta," she ripped a strip of cloth off her cape, washed it off with some water from her cantine, and sprayed the some bacta on it, "Put this on your shoulder. Don't argue with me, Roby. I think you'll want to keep that arm."
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They say that dreamers are an extinct breed. I say they're wrong.