Viral hadn’t enjoyed that at all, his arms already pretty sore without him needing to be carried all the way by some Namekians. He was worried that he was not going to be able to use his arms after all that but luckily he had survived the flight and was back on the ground. He didn’t know how he was going to handle the ride to the ship in his condition when he couldn’t fit in the shuttle, he couldn’t exactly be flown up to it either. This was just a disaster all around, even if they were coming close to the Dragonballs. Groaning as he gave his arms a rub he stared at the village, not looking too sure to how he was supposed to take it. He should be glad he was at the village but he felt empty, as if all possible joy he could have was sucked out of him. He just didn’t feel the same attachment to Vegeta’s parents that he might had many years ago, his faith feeling like word of mouth at this point. It was pretty sad to be at this point of his illness where even those he once held dear almost didn’t exist anymore in his memories. Staring at the Namekian his eyes slowly went to the surrounding village, hardly feeling safe to be around these buildings where he could barely see the people who lived there. He didn’t like it and definitely didn’t like the feeling of being watched even if the Namekians were mostly harmless to him.

T’charrl didn’t know if he had a place in this discussion or being anywhere near here, feeling pretty nervous overall. While it was interesting to see the homes of these people he still didn’t like how he looked and how he might be judged. He could probably change into his normal form if he wasn’t nervous about this; he didn’t even know where he stood in this conversation. Whether he was going to be one of those who would see this elder of theirs he didn’t know, seeing how he was a bystander here. Looking to the others he looked down, frowning at the mention of ‘large crowd’. He was pretty large and probably counted as three people alone and with Sasha and Yumi emerging it meant there would be no room for him. Shuffling backwards he frowned, slowly sitting down since he couldn’t go in the shuttle either.

Kiton couldn’t see where they were going but knowing the natives were there he couldn’t help but feel nervous. Hopefully they didn’t spot him previously, but then again he was small and probably easily missed by someone trying to find the leader of this group. He was in a lot of trouble, the natives had been suffering because of him and who knew how many had died indirectly because of him. There was no way out of trouble here, he couldn’t even get up off this cot even if he tried. He felt tired from all these wounds, he was just lucky his biology meant internal injuries wouldn’t kill him all that easily like other aliens suffered from. Keeping rather still he stared up at the roof, feeling nervous that he might get called out by the natives because of what he was and being the one who flew the ship into the planet.

Shu was ready to help Takeshi out since he asked and had remained still, moving over to him before he squeaked, halting in his path and turning to Ricken. He didn’t know whether he should visit the elder himself, but if they weren’t allowed then he would stay put. Slowly moving back towards his seat again he dropped down, his eyes on Ricken as he felt there was something off about him. It looked like something was missing, his head slowly tilting before he realised what it was. He didn’t have one of his arms anymore. Not used to seeing him absent of it he frowned, his eyes soon going to Ricken properly only to see him looking right back. Gasping lightly he quickly looked away, jumping off his spot before quickly dusting himself down.