"Okay... Well then try this. All of us have confidence you're going to be fine, so maybe use our confidence as your own?" Takeshi asked, "You know... Just uh... Oh how do I put this..." Right now he really wanted to say all the right things to get T'charrl feeling better but damn if words weren't tough to come by. Furrowing his brow in concentration he took a moment, finally glancing back at his friend with a grin. "Let us be your strength! I feel stronger when I'm fighting with my friends, and I feel like I can do almost anything. Maybe you just need that, yeah? And I bet the Spirit is fine! It's with you and that's loads better with being that jerk General, don't you think? Maybe it is tired but at least its safe, which is good enough for now. We'll figure that stuff out, don't you worry. I bet once we get Vegeta's old man back he can even give us a hand." 

It was a bit difficult to try and console someone when you were getting buttered up yourself, especially when there was already a bit of an ego in play. Takeshi couldn't help but flush some when T'charrl complimented him, not really used to anyone but Shu giving him one. Bashfulness turned into confusion when their friend brought up limbs, and confusion to amusement as he began to laugh. "I've only got two but I know how to use them! I don't need four like you," he chuckled, glancing down at his injured forearms and smirking, "See? I can hurt myself plenty with just two!"

Eri's stomach was aflutter with anxiousness right now; he'd never really healed wounds before nor had he ever met someone that wasn't a Namekian. It was both exciting and intimidating, and perhaps a once in a lifetime experience he wasn't about to pass up. When he finally found the first few they were chatting amongst themselves, one of them laughing over who knows what. They all looked terribly strange, but then the only frame of reference he had were his own kind. They seemed nice enough, even if two of them were Saiyans; those people were supposed to be particularly nasty, the Saiyans, but he had been assured these two were nice. Sure enough as one got to his feet and greeted the young Namekian he smiled shyly, lowering his gaze as he nodded his head.

"Okay then... Um... In that case I'll get to work right away," Eri said, looking between the two fighters. The larger one's wounds seemed less severe so he figured he would star there, as the second Saiyan didn't look to be in any immediate danger. He might as well do the quick job first, then he could focus more on the other. Placing down the bucket of water and cloths he walked over to T'charrl, being about as tall as him even as the Kaesstrian sat down. "I just need you to tell me what hurts most, I'll start there," he added, smiling meekly as he rolled up his sleeves, "It'll be quick and painless, I promise."

Haku hated hearing Kiton speaking in such a way, especially when he felt it reflected himself. To him the Frost Demon was just in a bad position, stuck doing things he didn't want to be and being labeled as bad for doing it. Sure, you could blame him for what had been done, but you could also put blame on the things that made him do it. If his people weren't hunted like he'd said then they wouldn't be forced to resort to such things. Maybe it was because of his innate desire to actually be accepted for once, or perhaps it was because he thought he and the alien were alike, whatever the reason was Haku found it easy to open up here. If he could speak from personal experience then maybe it would do Kiton some good, help him see things in a bit better light.

"Just tell them exactly what you told me! That you tried to kill them!" Haku answered back, looking down at his lap as he balled his hands into fists, "You messed up and people got hurt for it, but you didn't mean for it to happen. It's not fair for you to be punished for it, not at all. And like I said, if you feel guilty for what happened then do something about it! Try to make up for it!" He wasn't sure how Kiton would go about such a thing, not when he himself was still looking for the answer to that. Frowning as he tried to come up with an answer for the alien at least a light bulb finally lit up in his brain, turning back to Kiton. "Join us! We help people all the time, and maybe if you did some of that you'd feel better for what happened here. Save one life, five, a dozen, whatever it takes to feel okay about it."

Vegeta knew he was being hasty by going right into the explanation, and he knew he was putting the Elder on the spot by saying it was a last resort. They had just done Namek a great favor, and whether it was asked of them or not it would stand to reason recompense would be paid. To ask to be healed would be an easy task, offers to do so aside, but requesting use of the Dragonballs was another thing entirely. Looking away from the Namekian momentarily as food and drink were brought in he simply watched a dish be placed before him, too strung up and nervous to have either right now. This man didn't seem unreasonable or difficult in the slightest and yet he feared just one wrong word might ruin their chances. Damn it, for the second time today he felt like he was clamming up, worried if he opened his mouth again he might end up rambling and even begging to use them. Eyes drifting to the floor he grabbed a hold of the fabric of his pants in frustration, inhaling to begin speaking again before pausing as Yumi cut him off. 

"We need help curing our friend, sir, and to do that we've got to bring someone back from Otherworld," Yumi explained, pausing before lifting her hand and raising two fingers, "Well... Two someone's. You see, our friend's condition is really tricky, and Vegeta here has been trying to help but it's not working as well as we hoped. If we can use the Dragonballs we'd wish for those two people to come back, and they could help Viral. So I guess we would need... One wish?" How did the Namekian Dragonballs work anyways? The Elder had mentioned that they were going to bring back everyone killed by the monsters, and from the sounds of it that could be accomplished with only a single wish. To that end then both June and Aito would be brought back with a single wish, leaving one after all was said and done.