Minan sighed, shaking his head. If nothing else at least she was complying. He bent down to the doctor, who was now getting materials out for her wound. "Poga pae klipople platai ao ketae ti." He muttered, laughing softly. Gashow began fixing the wound, cleaning it, sewing it shut and covering it with a bandage. "The thread is designed to dissolve in time. Redress it daily and try to keep it dry." He started packing up, "Now, is there anything else?" Within a minute he seemed ready to go. 

"Ah, I believe I also discussed something else." Minan grinned, and the doctor paused. "Hm? Oh, yes." Out of his pocket he handed Minan a small stack of papers. "Many thanks. We are going through Chiranan, yes?" The human nodding, Minan seemed content. "We'll do that, then. Goodbye." He saw the man out, then came back into the room. "I really am sorry for subjecting you to that, Luna, but there wasn't another option." In a crew as small as theirs, she was too valuable to let go. "Do you want to be alone? While you are on my bed I don't really mind." He nonchalantly commented as he picked up his spear and hooked it onto his back.