"My son is right, don't you dare talk like that. It's accepting defeat." Eslaria chastised gently, standing up herself. "You have more honor by not succumbing to your wound, friend. A coward dies when struck down, a true warrior continues to fight because they refuse death. The fact you're still with us is a testament to your strength and worth as a warrior, and never forget that." How odd that he would be so defeatist. Unfamiliar with the situation surrounding Viral she almost would say that he was overplaying his wound. Grievous as it may be if they covered it now there was a distinct possibility of saving him. The man's anatomy was a mystery to her, but she could assume it had missed all major organs, considering he was still alive. "Keep talking, you must remain awake. We will get you all home, don't you worry." T'charrl readily agreed to it, and Takeshi reaffirmed the idea with his request. They'd be taking him as well, as the stipulation of leaving no ally behind fell to him as well. While admirable that her son wished to help the Queen wasn't certain who he could carry. Both Shu and the man were in critical, leaving only Takeshi. Looking to the Saiyan she wondered how heavy he might be, also taking into account the injuries he had sustained. "My son can carry you, Takeshi, if you'll allow him. Will you be okay to fly?"

Takeshi lamented a moment longer as he watched Viral, the Beastman's lack of hope reflecting on his self blame. He'd been improving and now this had to happen, which probably had erased all progress. What would the others say when they found out what happened to Shu and Viral because of him? Already he could imagine being cursed and yelled at, possibly even made distant from them as a result. Having a heavy heart he looked up at the Queen when spoken to, nodding his head slowly. "This isn't going to kill me..." he mumbled, referring to his wounds. Looking down at the knives again he debated on removing them then and there, wanting to be rid of it. Knowing the bleeding would start once more and there were limited medical supplies however he opted against it, keeping his hands both on the ground and over his shoulder wound. "I can direct you where to go, if you take me." Takeshi explained to T'charrl. "Just be careful, yeah? We've got a place on the edge of town... But they might be there too. I don't want anyone else getting hurt if it can be helped..."

"Admirable, but you don't need to worry about us." Eslaria responded, smiling. "The three of us have been doing this longer than you've been alive, and T'charrl is no pushover. There is a reason after all we hold the ranks that we do. It is not like people in the city who buy their prestige, ours is earned in blood and battle." Proud as that fact may be once this matter was over it would have ultimately very little significance. Merit would still influence who held a position of power, sure, but a lot of it too would be based on popular choice as well. Eslaria removed both of her swords once more, holding them fairly loosely as she turned to her husband. "Take Shu, Garesh, and be gentle. Support his head with your arm and fly slowly, you don't want to jostle him. And you Katas..." she paused, looking over at the captain. "Take their friend. I'll fly behind you all and keep an eye out for anyone else, are we understood?"

"Of course dear." Taking his duty very seriously Garesh walked to the fallen boy, looking at him sadly. He'd seemed like such a cheerful and bright child, perfect for his son to befriend. Now seeing him like this was depressing. "You poor boy..." he sighed, shaking his head. Kneeling down the Kaesstrian carefully slid one arm under the monkey boy's head first, another under his upper torso. The third went to his waist, and the final supported his legs to keep his entire form as straight and supported as possible. Stretching out his wings he looked to the others, waiting for the cue to move along.

Katas nodded his head, smiling politely as he approached Viral. "But of course, Your Majesty. I'll be as gentle as a I would with a newborn." With a severe wound and size rivaling his own the Kaesstrian had his work cut out for him, trying to think of a suitable way to move the Beastman. Eventually he took an approach similar to Garesh's once his wounds had been temporarily covered by the prince, cradling his passenger to his chest in spite of being soaked in blood. "If I may be so bold, I agree with our Queen. I recognize a great warrior when I see one, and you fit the bill," Katas said, chuckling cheerfully. "When you are back to full health you must come back here with the others! I would be delighted to fight you and see just what it is you're capable of!"