"Hm? How do you heal people then? There are other ways?" Eri asked, looking at T'charrl with earnest interest. He'd always been taught that Ki was needed to mend injuries, but if this alien knew of a different method he would love to try it. Sometimes a healer like himself might grow tired, and fatigue meant less and less Ki to use for healing wounds. If there was some way to still be useful while exhausted then he'd love to learn how. Once both arms were seen to the Namekian sat back, smiling proudly as he wiped a little bit of sweat from his forehead. That had been easy enough, and he still had more than enough energy left over to see to the Saiyan. At T'charrl's behest he was given the okay to do just that, nodding his head before getting to his feet. 

"Of course, uh... I'm happy I could help. And don't worry, I'm sure you did plenty already," Eri replied with a smile before moving over to Takeshi. The Saiyan was staring at some children playing for some reason, and even standing within a few meters of him he failed to notice. Shifting around a bit awkwardly the young Namekian coughed into his closed hand, smiling a little as he finally got Takeshi's attention. "Hi there... It's uh, it's your turn. Your friend mentioned an injured leg, would you like for me to start there?"

"Eh...? What's that...?" Takeshi asked, still watching the kids play around as he was spoken to. Glancing over finally he blinked when he saw Eri standing there, smiling sheepishly as he turned to face the Namekian completely. "Oh, sure! Heh, sorry about that! Just enjoying how nice things seem here is all." After the utter hectic mess that was fighting that monster it was hard to believe people could be so relaxed right now. Though then again the threat was gone, and by the looks of things this village hadn't been attacked. Then again maybe they would be upset about the people who had been attacked, yet everyone seemed to be pretty carefree. Lost in thought Takeshi didn't realize Eri was trying to get to his leg, and after noticing propped it up for the Namekian to work on. It didn't take very much time at all for him to notice things changing, and it was a bit odd as he could feel his skin coming back together and the muscle fixing itself; weird but pleasant, and certainly much faster than if he waited for it to heal naturally.

"Okay then... We'll go outside, we should get looked at anyways," Haku replied, nodding as he got Kiton to his feet, "But... Maybe keep that cyborg thing to yourself? I mean he's already moody, I doubt calling him that will help." The last thing they needed was to instigate Ricken into attacking, as he sincerely doubted they could fight him right now. Even with one arm the rebel was fairly intimidating, and it couldn't be said with absolute certainty which side the others would take if an argument or fight did break out. Probably best then just to keep safe, no reason to get themselves into any nasty situations. Exiting the ship Haku looked around for the others of their group, spotting Shu, T'charrl and Takeshi not far off with one of the locals. That must be the healer then, thank goodness; cuts, bruises, probably even a fractured rib, Haku was hurting all over so getting his injuries checked would be really nice. 

Yumi may have slightly overreacted just then, but she had cause to worry. They were quite literally just moments away from getting Viral some help and it would be horrible if anything were to happen; more injuries now could put off his getting better, and nobody wanted that for him. Even with her friend reassuring her he was alright she had to check, glancing over every inch she could see to inspect for injuries. When she was satisfied there was nothing seriously wrong she let up a little, sighing contently before giving Viral a relieved smile. "I know... I just want to be sure you're okay, that's all," Yumi said as she reached out, brushing a bit of dirt off of Viral, "Just be careful please? I'm sure you don't want Aito and June to show up and find you laying on a cot because you hurt yourself." 

Vegeta felt a fair bit concerned for how Viral was doing, but with Yumi hot on his heels he tried to remain calm. She could see to him for now, and soon enough his parents would be here to help out. It was bittersweet in a way, knowing that they were about to return; with his father back Viral would finally get to recovering as he should be, and yet at the same time it meant his stint as the one helping the Beastman would fast come to an end. It was a little depressing knowing he'd been unable to do what he'd set out to, if only because it meant Viral would suffer a bit longer. If he'd only had more time, or maybe gotten the information sooner then perhaps things would have worked out better.

Refocusing on the Elder, Vegeta waited to let the Namekian speak before offering any answers, clearing his throat before speaking. "If you're speaking about just this trip then we came from Earth. If you're referring to how much time we've spent collectively trying to get Viral help... I can't say. Weeks? Months even? He's been ill quite a long time." All the more reason to see him well, he'd suffered far longer than anyone ever should. "And of course we are not bringing conflict here, I can assure you of that. We were not followed and the only ones who know of Namek's location are us and the rebels. While I may not agree with them entirely I can say from experience they're not the kind to take advantage of a planet, including yours. And if you'd like I can speak with them on your behalf? Anything you wish to tell them, any terms or the likes I can relay for you. I believe that their only intention is to make their presence known, should you need aid, but I can't speak for them. If anything does come to mind feel free to tell me before we depart."