Shu’s feet sure were stinging, even after being carried all the way. He did try to keep his feet hidden away from the sand and wind but he didn’t know if they had gotten worse simply from being off them for so long. Walking on his toes into the hanger, he looked to T’charrl when he was finally in before simply sitting on the end of his tail with his legs nearly folded together. Even his tail was sore after that sand hitting it, but its thick hair had shielded it from any damage it might have received. His feet were certainly showing a fair bit of redness now, frowning at the sight of them before he pulled back his hood. He was certainly needing a bath after this, whenever they finished that is. Brushing at his hair, he gave his head a quick shake before suddenly sneezing again, his arm nearly making it to his face this time.

He didn’t mean to sneeze, the sand was ticking his nose a lot, plus it wasn’t as if he expected to get some up his nose. They could use a break from all that sand and heat, not to mention these travelling clothes weren’t all that comfortable. He could do with something to drink and maybe even something to eat just to feel ready to take on this bad alien. Feeling as if he could do with a rest as well, he looked to Takeshi when he approached, tilting his head a little, “Boots? Ooohhh…I don’t like those”, he spoke, lowering down onto his backside, “Is this going to hurt a lot? I’m brave, but not that brave…” He wouldn’t mind just some water to stick his feet in, even if only for a little while, but then again it wasn’t as if he could really walk anywhere without hurting all over.

T’charrl wasn’t too worried about getting hurt or how he might feel; just the floor was nice and cool and would help him in the long run with keeping himself from overheating. He should probably stay there for a little while until he felt like moving again, whenever that might be. This planet was brutal and it was definitely putting him to the test, but he wouldn’t be a very good warrior if he couldn’t accept the challenge. Letting out a sigh, he looked up at Takeshi when he gave him an odd look in return. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do about his problems other than suck it up, proving to be too awkward a being to help. Slowly pushing off the floor, he let out a sigh as he pulled off the make-shift sheet, “I’ll be fine, eventually. Just…let’s not go out in a storm like that again or I might not have skin left”. His fur hadn’t managed to protect his skin from the sand and winds and as a result his skin had been well battered, his main problem being his fur was shielding a lot of the damage. He didn’t care much for pain, he had received a lot worst like when he was tortured, but the damage to his wings had him a little sad. Pulling one around showed it had been practically shredded at the end as if he had been battered around by big paws, “I-I’ll be fine, eventually. I’ll heal…but it’ll be handy if the other city isn’t stormy. I could really use a good sugary drink…”