[center][h3]Raa[/h3][/center]
Raa’s face buried into the asari’s smoother, grimy skin. It was smeared with blood, dirt, and worse since their last fight. The woman struggling to breath against Raa’s additional weight as she held her close, trying to comfort the crumbling Quarian. Her lids squeezed close while she bit back the sobs edging into her throat, her heart growing with grief and fear. It tried to crawl up her windpipe, not caring of her own desires, and escape through her lips in muffled whimpers she bit back. Tears had started to trickle down her cheeks where they damped the purplish toned flesh, her body shaken with the undeniable proof they might not escape this nightmare after all. 

She wasn’t as strong as Voira. Never was and she knew deep down, hated it even. 
It was painful to acknowledge she was a burden, a weakling, without combative skills or traits able to be used in extreme gunfights and life or death situations. If anything she almost gotten her friends killed several times over and still, Voira still put her life on the line for her. 

Anymore negative was erased when Raa spotted movement out of her peripheral vision. She tilted back and raised her head, noting the human holding out a bar of chocolate. She blinked, her hand raised to wipe away dampness, then her face cracked into a warmer smile. “Thank you, and Voira needs medical attention. Can you bring the first aid kit or ask the Turian medic to look her over.” 

Her hand raised to check the Asari’s temperature, then the heart rate at her wrist. “As for me, just bring some blankets, fluid and show me a place I can lay down  so I can wait this out. Better to get ready to adjust to another place rather than suck down all our medical supplies just to keep running.”

After briefly checking Voira, she raised a hand to take the chocolate and shifted to adjust her front. Her fingers slowly unwrapped the tin, the aroma filling her exposed nose. Immediately she was reminded of a tale by her father about her people when their immune systems were so dangerously weak, even the action she was committing use to fatal to them. It was thanks to the Geth her generation had the luxury to walk around a planet without being restricted to their suits all the time. 

Before Raa took a bit, she continued to speak. “Funny really. To think what I’m currently doing, with my helmet off and destroyed, would’ve been fatal to Quarians like my grandfather Pai’Seef’s generation. If we hadn’t evolve since the Reaper Wars then I would worse than just sick right now. And no amount of immuno-boosters could save me, pretty lucky uh?” 

She broke a small chunk off, missing the dividing line and instead cracked a jagged one across another small section. It made it much better than the designed proportion was suppose to be but she didn’t care. She easily popped it into her mouth then sucked on the rich favor. Pushing to her check side, she continued as politely as she could without showing her food. “At least the tensions have died out. With any luck, and hope, we’ll arrive on planet and be back to our normal lives. Through it’s frightening to see the damage caused and lives loss.” 

At mentioning death, her body leaned forward to spy Tacticus concentrating on unwrapping his own chocolate. His eyes squinted, mandibles wiggled in little movements, and fingers scratched away at the fragile foil. When he finally started to bite down on it, his beak breaking it down, he shifted to another cabal’s bench then swatted her arm for her attention. Through Raa couldn’t hear the conversation, it was a nice sensation filling her up to see the Turian who so upset and angry trying to heal.