Wings of Ivalice [[Rated R (ARR)]]

"Gee, thanks." Ruyine mumbled, stopping at the intersection of gates and glanced at the paper to locate the correct one.

"This one." He pointed to the left.

Enric followed the direction that Ruyine pointed, his mouth falling open when he laid eyes on the ship. It was amazing and...he would be able to go inside. "Wow," he mumbled before remembering he could go in and there were probably even better things to see. "C'mon."

"Fine..." Ruyine snorted, following Enric.

You're just a little kid, aren't you?

Once they got inside, the half-orc carried Elleron to the bed quarters and laid him down on a bed.

"Enric, you can bandage him up. I'm going to take a shower." The emerald eyed teenager said before going off to locate the bathroom.

"Yeah, okay," Enric said, searching through cabinets for bandages and other first aid. He quickly found a cabinet with everything he needed and even a few more potions. He looked at the bottle dubiously, remembering Ruyine's method of transfer. Right...bandages first, Enric set about binding Elle's wounds.

Once he was on the bed and being bandaged up, Elleron's worried face was now visible. It was obvious that he was still in pain, not to mention the fact that he might even be poisoned. As Enric started to bind his wounds, the half-viera couldn't help but groan from the fact that the clean bandages stuck to the wounds.

Enric winced when Elleron groaned and tried to bind him more gently, at a loss for what he should do. Wondering if he could swallow, Enric tipped a little bit of potion into his mouth before going back to bandaging.

The half-viera did manage to swallow, but it was only because it was a small amount of liquid. Elleron's face was still contorted in pain, so the potion wasn't really helping much.

"Damn," Enric muttered, putting the bandages aside while he tried to think, rubbing the back of his head distractedly. "What do I do?" He leaned against the wall, passing the potion back and forth between his hands.

Ruyine sighed as he found the bathroom and hopped into the shower. He greeted the warm water as it ran down his body, washing away the dried blood and stench.

But he knew no matter how many times he washed himself, he couldn't fade away the blood on his hands. He had killed someone dear to him once before and he had never forgiven himself for it.

After a while, he exited the shower and dried himself off with a towel, wearing it as temporary clothes until he found something more suitable.

"Help," Enric called when he heard Ruyine's approaching footsteps. He'd had a better idea of what to do last time, hopefully Ruyine could help again. "I don't know what to do," he added, voice almost in a whine.

Ruyine went over to Elleron and took the potion from Enric with a sigh. "How much did you give him?"

"Not a lot," Enric replied. "Did I do something wrong?" He frowned, looking at Elle. "I didn't mean to..." he trailed off lamely before holding out the roll of bandages to Ruyine.

"You have to give him more, Enric. Or else, it won't work for this many wounds."

Ruyine sighed softly and took the bandages from Enric. "Here, I'll show you how to dress and treat wounds properly."

He was no healer but the half-orc knew a trick or two to treat the wounded. He had dabbled in the practice ever since his first boyfriend had died so a tragedy like that wouldn't happen ever again.

Ruyine went about the process slowly, making sure Enric was paying close attention.

[[Time skip~ =DD. 1 hour later]]

Elleron's face contorted again, this time it wasn't in pain. It was more like a mix of a sneer before he slowly opened his eyes, the slightly dimmed lights of the bunk area of his ship met his eyes as they stared at the metal ceiling. It took the half-viera a minute or two two fully notice where he was.

"Wh-what the...?" He muttered, trying to sit up rather quickly though it failed.

"It's been a very bad day," Enric said seriously. "We got you back on the ship though and...Ruyine did some healing on you...so I guess, you're a little better." He leaned over, grabbing the first aid kit, "You need anything?"

Enric rubbed the back of his head again, "And, um, thanks for saving me."

"...No....I think I'm--wait shit...!" Elleron sat up again, this time he managed to get up.

Enric put a hand on Elleron's shoulder, gently pushing him back down. "I wouldn't do that, were I you," he said, surprisingly calm for someone who'd been panicking not an hour ago. "It'll just make things worse on you."

"N-no! Because of all the commotion we caused the guards will be after us!" Elleron shouted, trying to get up again.

"Elleron, you should rest. I doubt they could catch up with us that quickly."

Ruyine got up from a kneeling position, looking out the window.

"Besides, we can't fly this thing until you get better."

"Believe me... when the guards want to move fast...they can..." Elleron said, managing to get up and make his wobbly way to the cockpit of the airship.

Enric nodded, "It won't do you much good at all to make things worse. You prob'ly need food or something though." Good luck with that; Enric couldn't cook. He offered a smile. "All things considered, could've gone much worse."

"You just don't listen, do you? Well, fine. Go ahead and crash us into something. You'll be doing Ivalice a world of good getting rid of me-the murderous werebeast!" Ruyine snapped, whirling around on his heel and then went to the back of the ship.

Elleron plopped himself down in the captains seat and started to push the normal sequence of buttons, though instead of doing one that would start up under his command... he set it to Auto pilot. "Autopilot on, course set for Tomb of Raithwall" A friendly female voice, that was obviously the ship, said as it started off.

As the ship took off, it got the attention of the guards who were keeping an eye on it. They started to shout and tell the guards who were standing by in their own ships to head after it. As soon as The Verum took off, the guards in their ships followed it. "S-shit..." Elleron muttered, coughing heavily, a few drops of blood coming up.

Pressing a few more buttons, the half-viera put the ship in offensive mode.

Enric yelped when he realized they were being followed and ran up to follow Elleron, only to trip when the ship took off. He sprawled backwards in surprise, jumping up to try again. "Aw this is so not what I need."

A lot of stumbles later, Enric managed to follow Elleron. "Can I do somethin?" Probably not, but at least there were chairs here, which he grabbed onto, staring unhappily at the disappearing ground.

Elleron glanced at Enric, the ship quickly shifting around so it would headed towards the tomb of raithwall. "Hold on tight..." The half-viera stammered before the ship shot a smokewall at the other ships before flying off in it's pre-planned course.