"I'm sure they'll like you, don't worry about it so much!" Takeshi said, smiling awkwardly as he reached out to pat T'charrl's back, instead just giving him a small pat on the shoulder. These were people who had played around with creating a life, and if there were others before Viral then that meant some had probably turned out bad. He wasn't a scientist but he'd bet that something had to be done with the ones before, and anyone who handled that kind of thing wouldn't mind an alien. Seeing the young Namekian come over to join them he watched Eri curiously, wondering who he was going to first before smiling as T'charrl was picked. Fine by him, other than being sore he really wasn't in pain, and his friend deserved getting seen to first for what he'd done. Letting the two of them go ahead and sort things out Takeshi looked back towards the village, wondering how the meeting was going. There wasn't really anyone there who might mess it up he figured, it was mostly a matter of whether the Namekians liked them well enough for what they had done. 

"Your antennae then? O-Okay, that shouldn't be too hard," Eri said with a smile, "I'll get those first, I just need you to sit still is all." There didn't seem to be a need to clean this person off, he didn't have any blood on him to speak of. Good, that meant he should be able to just go ahead and heal the wounds right away. Rolling back his slightly too long sleeves he held his hands just centimeters from T'charrl, focusing solely on his antennae as he began channeling his energy into his palms. After a few seconds a light sparked in each palm, and both would gradually take on a yellow glow as he began working on mending the wounds. Since they were so small he was done in just under a minute, smiling satisfied as he gave a little nod and sat back.

"That should do it... Now, your arms right?" Obviously a bit large than the antennae, or actually quite a lot larger, but again easy enough. Inhaling to keep himself relaxed Eri shuffled forward a bit, kneeling down as he held his hands out over T'charrl's arm. As before he channeled his energy into his hands, finding that taking care of these wounds was a bit more time consuming than the ones before. The person he was working on was awfully quiet during the process, yet he didn't mind much. It was nice to be able to put his talents to use, and if he could help the people who'd saved Namek from monsters then it was time well spent.

"There are way worse crimes than stealing though, way worse. I doubt you'll ever see the people you stole from again anyways, and I'd bet they replaced whatever you took. They'll get over it, that's what I'm saying, and no one was hurt because of that," Haku replied, smiling slightly as he rubbed his hands together, "People got hurt by this, but it wasn't your fault. There's a way to fix it, we just don't know what that is. If we keep trying to think of something though we'll find it." If he could be forgiven and allowed into this group than so could Kiton. Really if things were half as bad as what the alien was telling him it wasn't like there were many other places to go anyways. Should he be wanted by anyone for stealing he'd probably end up under arrest, and that in of itself was a really lousy situation; galactic officers were pretty well known for being scummy, and being put in their custody was as good as being captured by the Saiyans, maybe even worse in some cases.

"Eh? Our leader?" Haku asked, blinking as he frowned, "We don't have a leader. The rebels do, but we're not rebels. I... Well to be honest I don't really know what to call us. I guess we're helping them in a way but we're not technically them, so we have no leader. Things around here are usually a group decision." He supposed Vegeta might be the leader if one had to pick, but even he didn't have the complete say all the time. "If you've got nothing then that's all the more reason to join us! We can help you out, and there's nothing saying you have to stay with us. If you hang around until you're back on your feet and leave I bet they'd let you. But you know what? I wouldn't want to, things are pretty good here."

"Oh... We need two wishes?" Yumi repeated, blinking as she looked at her hand again. Well that wasn't too bad, they would have the two needed even after the Namekians got their own people back. Glancing back up at the Elder as he spoke she hung onto every word, unaware that the Dragonballs worked in such a way. Probably a good thing they had found out now, it would have been a huge letdown to bring Aito and June back only to have to find them back on Earth again. Hearing that they were going to be allowed to make their wishes almost sounded too good to be true, but hearing on it further she knew there was no mistaking it. With a wide smile Yumi clenched her hands into fists, fighting back the urge to let out a cheer as she instead gave a small fist pump.

"You mean it...? You're allowing us to use them?" Vegeta asked, blinking as he looked at the Elder in surprise. He had been awfully quick to agree to their request, especially since he'd had no real reason to comply. Slowly a smile crept to his lips, again leaning forward politely almost to the point where his head touched the table. "Thank you sir, thank you so much. If there is ever anything you need from us you only need to ask, you don't know how much we appreciate this." A speaker was going to be fetched which meant the wishes were going to be made soon, far sooner than he'd anticipated. Before the day was done his parents would be back with them, and Viral would at long last get to recovering. 

Sasha felt a bit awkward sitting in the room right now, having said her piece for the time being and having no real opinion on the wishes. There was nothing she would wish for, shy perhaps for the King's demise, but somehow she figured the Namekians weren't going to give her a chance for that. Besides it was the Prince's group who wanted the wishes, she wasn't going to deny them that for anything of her own. Seeing little purpose for her to linger for now she smiled politely at the Elder, giving a small bow of her own before rising to her feet. She had made it known the rebels were looking out for Namek at least, now she should get back to the shuttle and report on what had happened. Exiting the meeting room she went ahead and made her way out of the building, pausing when she spotted her brother at the bottom, leaning against the pillars and not looking at all pleased. Frowning she let out a sigh, going down the steps and giving him a look to prompt him to speak up.

"It's that damned Frost Demon, Kiton. He has to be punished for what he did," Ricken said plainly, frowning as he spoke. "He brought those monsters here to try and save himself and in doing so Namekians were killed. On top of that he's just a troublemaker, I don't like him. We should prevent any further problems and deal with him now, otherwise he could come back and bite us in the ass." 

"No, I don't think we will," Sasha retorted, looking back at her brother steadily as he glared at her. "He's a victim here too, and whatever he's done it isn't that bad, considering what we deal with. Just let it go, the Namekians are being wished back and they'll recover. I'll bet Korian or Sayomi will offer to send help to rebuild too, so it's not like these people will be feeling the effects for long. I don't see any real reason to punish him then." While she didn't see a need for formal punishment something was most certainly going to need to be done. A rogue element like Kiton couldn't be left to wander and potentially cause more problems, which meant either the rebellion or the Princes were going to need to pick him up.