T’charrl did want to learn, but he was a little nervous that he was not going to have a very good time with these aliens. What made him overly nervous was whether they would be nice to him or treat him like a monster, or maybe even a walking meal. Shu and Takeshi didn’t have any problem, they were known by these guys, but he still couldn’t help but feel worried. Keeping close to them should help and hopefully he would find shade soon only for T’charrl to frown when Takeshi called him out on the water, “I don’t mind water! Just…not deep water…and how heavy I get…a-and when it’s salty…” he spoke, eventually mumbling, “I’m okay with washing…” He didn’t like being made out to be a coward, especially when he was supposed to be the brave Prince taking over from his mother one day. It wouldn’t be fair on his people if he wasn’t brave, giving them nobody to look up to.

The sand blowing was definitely making T’charrl feel uncomfortable, his skin just not designed to withstand this kind of battering. He was definitely hurting and his eyes were finding it hard to keep open. Frowning as he tried to keep up, he looked to Takeshi as he admitted to his rivalry. He hadn’t seen them fight before, at least nothing beyond shouting at each other and getting pretty close to punching one another. Frowning a little, he looked down at the moving sand before slightly looking back to the ship, “Were you all bad guys then? Or just you and Viral? I mean…I should really know who I’m fighting with and I feel like I barely know anything”. It was a little unsettling, but he couldn’t possibly think he was fighting for the bad guys; then again, he barely knew what this King they were fighting against had done. He definitely was trying to not think about it, hoping he might have guessed right and they weren’t bad guys anymore, “Uhh, who are we looking for, anyway? I mean, what do they look like? Apart from being what you described, that is…”