Yumi had scarcely used any energy in training today so she figured she could lend some of hers. She had never done it before and had no idea what it would be like, but if it was what T'charrl needed she'd do her best to provide. Extending a hand out to him she watched as he laid a claw on it, nothing noticeable happening at first. When she could actually feel her Ki being sapped she nearly pulled away, a bit deterred by the unusual feeling. It passed fairly quick and was over within seconds, leaving her no worse for wear. Smiling a bit warily Yumi glanced down at her hand, making sure nothing weird had happened to her before looking back at T'charrl. "Don't mention it, happy to help," she answered, her smile warming. "What doesn't feel well? Do you need food? Or medicine?" They were all willing to help but nothing could be done if they didn't know what was wrong. Granted with how 'well' T'charrl was speaking it was a challenge and a half just for him to tell them.

Takeshi watched curiously as Yumi and T'charrl carried out that transfer of power. It was a bit weird taking other people's energy like that, handy, but weird. If nothing else it woke up their friend a little but he still seemed to be pretty out of it. Eh... Why was there that weird tone to the Kaesstrian's voice? It sounded kind of like a bug speaking, funny thing to notice considering that's basically what he was. It could be just him but the way T'charrl spoke was a bit off. Looking down at Shu he smiled slightly, nodding in agreement. They should get him some food, but then again hadn't that kid brought the Kaesstrian some earlier? Eh, he couldn't remember right now. "We can get him clean now and then bring him back to his room," Takeshi said, speaking to everyone in the room. Since he and Shu were arguably the closest to him it only seemed fair that they take care of him. Being called out by his brother for his fear the older boy's cheeks reddened slightly, and with a tight smile he placed a hand on Shu's head, rubbing it a bit annoyed. "What are you talking about? I'm not afraid," he mumbled, trying to convey the 'shut up' look to his brother. 

Vegeta was skeptical about where loyalties lied for the King's armies, even with Viral's rebuttal. Most of his forces weren't even Saiyans but men and women likely conscripted from other planets. Sure, as time progressed some may have actually become loyal, but he doubted the vast majority were. "I still doubt most of them are as loyal as you think..." he retorted, shaking his head. "Most of the soldiers are too weak to fight against their commanders, let alone the King. They probably use threats and force or instill fear to ensure cooperation. I just can't see so many people whose homes have been taken over willingly pledging allegiance to someone like that." The Saiyans he didn't doubt for a second would be loyal, he expected that of them. Those were the ones that Vegeta was not thrilled to be fighting, especially the likes of Elites and whoever the King kept by his side personally. There were probably all sorts of different sides to this conflict, the world wasn't as black and white as he might like sometimes. All he knew was who their enemy was and that they had to be stopped. "You think I'm going to give someone who is struggling with depression and stress alcohol...?" Not a very good chance of that unfortunately for Viral. Sighing softly Vegeta rubbed at his head, "I packed a fair bit, for occasions, not for casual drinking. Besides, if you begin drinking now then what, I'll be training with an intoxicated Beastman? Later, okay?"