Kuraiko smiled and took the cup, popping the pill and taking a drink to wash it down, inwardly he was smiling. He recovered, that quick? It amazed even him, and that doctor...Seemed to have a kind, kind heart. It made him miss the corpsman, it made him miss everyone, it may not have been a VERY long time with them, but already they felt like a small family. He couldn't help but attach to such an odd group of soldiers, they reminded him of his real family, which made him a tad depressed, but also made him smile as he remembered his father, loyal to Landren 'till he died. Before he stood to leave, he looked to the gazelle and gave her the same smile he did to anyone he considered a friend. "Hey, tell the doc I said thanks, and that I apologize for making everyone worry so much. I promise, I'll try not to end up like this again." with that said, he left the room. Off to pass the time till Blade returned.

After finishing his words to the gazelle, he decided he would go for a long walk, just to regain his legs. He needed to be ready for the next operation, and be steady-footed for the debrief. So he went for a walk to get his legs back, mostly on the outer areas of the Claw, where he could feel the air around him. A few deep breaths would do wonders, he thought. After a few minutes he ended up on one of the outer catwalks on the Claw, as most of the giant Landcruiser was bustling with life and the hard work of her crew. He loved it, loved the synchronicity of the men and women aboard, the smooth communication, and the beautiful results of their labor. The more he admired it all, the more proud he was to have joined the LDF, and the more he realized, this is where he belongs. No matter what.