"Very well. I might be able to be more active today than yesterday. I'm feeling a lot better, and as you can see, my scars have improved drastically as well. Just a few more days, I would guess." Tarentek commented, glancing down at the half of his body that, while still scarred, was leagues better than when she had first rescued him. Once Onyx left the room, Tarentek stopped for a moment and closed his eyes as he took a deep breath. All he needed to do was to keep thinking about the good news, and maybe he could avoid falling back into his memories. 

After a few minutes, Tarentek emerged from his room in his robes, and carrying his rifle in his arms. Taking a seat at the table, he set his rifle down in front of him. "I think I'm going to take this chance to clean my rifle. Jhala knows it needs it after trudging through the desert for so long. The sand really just gets everywhere." He commented and he removed the magazine, then pulled back the bolt and removed the bullet from the chamber. "You know, you were talking about the reliability of your firearms before; I might be able to help with that. After all, Human technology is my specialty. If I could take a look at your pistols, I might be able to fix any issues they are having, especially if I can find the right tools."