Perhaps Takeshi was a bit too keen to get this job over with, everyone clearly needed some rest. Even his own self was a bit battered from the storms, his face in particular red and a bit scratched up. If not for his own sake then for the sake of Shu and T'charrl they would wait a little while before venturing outside again. Once they did too some precautions should really be taken, even if they were going to be inside of the ship. A set of shoes to protect Shu's feet, and maybe a bigger 'cloak' to help shield T'charrl from the elements. Should the storms die down then their problems would be solved on their own, but Takeshi wasn't feeling very optimistic in that regard. "I know you don't like boots, but it's better than your feet hurting, isn't it?" he asked, smiling slightly as he began to unravel the bandages. With a fair bit undone he tore it from the bundle, grabbing the disinfectant and some gauze, carefully pouring a bit into the cause to clean his brother's feet. "Yeah, it'll sting a little bit, but we should do this if you've got any cuts. Don't want to get an infection or anything, right? Gotta be careful while we're here, we don't know what's on this planet." That was part of the reason Saiyan ships always held healing tanks, they weren't just for combat injuries. On occasion troops contracted some foreign illness that couldn't be cured otherwise, and Takeshi had seen a few people suffer such a fate. It was best then they make sure Shu was okay.

Holding the damp gauze in one hand he grabbed and held out one of Shu's feet, frowning as he examined it carefully. Red, and a few tiny scrapes here and there, nothing major. All the same however it was a good idea they see to cleaning it, just to be safe. With gentle strokes he began to wipe the sole of Shu's foot clean first, moving onto the sides and subsequently the top of it as well. When the right foot was done Takeshi repeated the motions to the left, being as gentle as possible since it probably stung a fair bit. Other than getting some water and a bit of food Shu should be fine, now there was the matter of helping T'charrl as well. Setting down the bandages the older boy glanced over at their friend, not entirely sure how he would go about bandaging the wings without causing further harm. "That's why we're taking the ship. Believe me, neither of us want to go back out there either," Takeshi said, smirking slightly. Seeing the damage to one of T'charrl's wings he tightened his lips a bit, feeling a bit guilty for having exposed the Kaesstrian to the storm. He would heal, of course, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. "Sugary drink? Sure thing, I'll get you something too. And some fruit, for both of you." Some water, something sweet and plenty of fruit for the two of them, that was the least that could be done. 

"I'll be back in a bit, you two just relax, okay?" Rising to his feet Takeshi glanced down at himself, giving his clothing a final wiping down as he didn't want to drag sand around the place. Content that he was mostly clean the older brother left the hangar in a bit of a hurry, wanting to get everyone what they needed sooner rather than later. He could use a nice good meal himself, but they didn't have time to eat right now. Eh... He'd probably have to settle for some fruit or something, which while not inherently bad was far from what he'd prefer. On top of getting the food he still had to fetch his sword as well, and something new for T'charrl to cover himself in. If he remembered right he had left his sword with Viral, which meant he'd have to go ask the Beastman for it. "Great... And he'll probably be a pain about it..." Takeshi grumbled to himself, sighing as he rubbed at his head. T'charrl had brought it up and was right, he still didn't know how to use the sword very well. He'd trained a little bit with it but had hardly learned anything new, and it was probably wrong even.