"Shu, it's okay, really. No one here is blaming you for what had happened, you're not bad because of it," Yumi repeated, smiling sadly as she looked back at him, "Just you showing up and checking in on your friends is enough, if you're worried about making things better. The people here know how to take care of someone who's hurt, so everyone's just going to be fine. All that means is people have to rest for a bit, and that includes you." Her too probably, but she was finding that her body wasn't near as beaten up as she'd expect. That aside, shy of some lightheadedness and soreness she couldn't even tell she'd just been tossed about like a ragdoll, not to mention her arms were totally fine from taking a blow from the King of Saiyans. Coming up upon T'charrl's room now the pair stopped just outside, making sure there were no doctors at work before knocking and heading in. Their friend was still laid out in bed and fast asleep, bandaged up fair heavily albeit not in a full-body cast. "It looks worse than it is, I'm sure," Yumi said softly, not wanting to wake T'charrl, "Do you want to see if he's awake? Or should we just let him rest?"

"Hey, just trying to keep your options open. Figured I'd give you the chance," Vegeta responded, casually shrugging before leaving the atrium. Ah well, he was sure there was ample choice as far as work was concerned out here anyways, especially given the sheer degree of buildings and structures that still needed repair. Figuring to take the easiest and closest task on hand he opted to bring Viral to a group handling the replanting of trees and flowers; if Viral didn't want to do something so mundane then he'd quickly say so and they could move on, but he'd try for now. His brother could do something else if he really wanted to, but in hopes to set an example Vegeta went ahead and grabbed some saplings, helping an older Uuonian with her work as he followed her to a small plot. This kind of work was something he didn't normally do, yet compared to sitting at a desk and filing papers it was like a visit to a theme park for him. Following the directions given to him closely he dug two identical holes along the side of the walkway, placing a sapling in each and beginning to cover them up meticulously, careful to keep it even.

The young Uuonian was excited to have someone helping him, especially one of the warriors who had been helping the rebels. It might not be the most exciting work like his grandmother had said, yet the fact they were helping out anyways was really cool to him. "We need to make everything pretty again, that's the point! The city needs to look nice," the boy replied, smiling happily as he hurried along the sidewalk, stopping at a small stretch along the road. Kneeling down he started to take the flowers from their pots as he'd been shown, easing each one down into holes already dug. Hearing Viral speak again he glanced up, tilting his head a bit curiously at how the man was talking. "I guess they might, yeah..." he mumbled, looking at the flower in his hands before smiling again, "But then we just plant another! Grandma says that if we do this then everyone feels better! That it's important not to feel sad after bad things, because then you can't go on. So I'm going to plant all the flowers we have and make the city pretty again, then everyone will be happy!"