I watch as this scene unfolds. Apparently, this black robed character was a scavenger... also, he was apparently a medic. I would have said something that may have drove him off, but, well, it turns out that Nyx seemed to trust him. Or, at least, she trusted him about as much as she trusted me. I then sort of thought it over, wondering why a scavenger would ever need to be a medic, and then it struck me. He was doing this to gain our trust and then kill us in our sleep.... or even just kill us while he's healing our wounds. I kept a closer eye on the guy, and barely held back growling at him. Oddly enough, from this, fire seemed to form in my mouth. I put out the flames, and looked the guy, er, the one with the fox ears, right in the eye and said "No, I'd rather just bandage this up myself when I get the time." sure, I didn't have bandages, but they weren't incredibly hard to find. Besides, I was a flying creature, and life was easier for me in the air anyways, where my injured foot wouldn't really come into play. [i]These scavengers were always trouble for my clan... I doubt that they've stopped their thieving ways, heck, I'm sure they're more than happy that a lot of people died from this solar flare.[/i] I think as I try not to make it look like I was too angry at the guy. Nothing about him seemed trustworthy at all. He was like those guys at the old pawn shops before the world went to... well, this... no, worse, he and the other scavengers had just about the same trustworthiness of a used car salesman, or possibly whoever was the CEO of any given oil company at the time. To put it shortly, I could trust him about as far as Nyx could throw him.