They were finally starting to come to. An eye slowly opening. This wasn’t their ship. Was this Orion? No one was around, no way to tell. Raising a hand to their pounding head the Lombax felt something wet. But were still too disoriented to put two and two together.
Rebecca had put a cold, semi-wet rag on the creature’s forehead to reduce the chance of any swelling, having carefully bandaged the scrapes so they wouldn’t get infected. The trainer had fallen asleep against the wall, Triton curled up and napping on her lap.
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