Viral would be quite happy if he didn’t end up being a test subject this time when he got better, even if he’d need help learning how to use his forms responsibly. Every other time he used them when he was in trouble not to mention he didn’t even know what his last form was, nevermind practicing on his feline form. His strongest form was probably still going to be off limits until they knew he wasn’t going to be mentally unstable in it Having a lack of freedom definitely made him feel rather rotten, but then again he had been feeling rotten for a very long time. His body was pretty broken and all he could do was complain about it, forgetting he was supposed to be relaxing. It was just hard to relax and clear his mind. How did people do this, anyway? It felt impossible, even when he was extremely tired and had a terrible tremble in his waking hours. Maybe it was Aito sitting not too far away that made him nervous, like he was sure he was going to do something even though he wasn’t looking at him. Just how was he supposed to relax again, he couldn’t really remember what Aito said apart from the breathing thing. He definitely was tired, he recognised that much, but it had been so long that it was a struggle to imagine it happening.

Shu hoped T’charrl was alright with them crashing his little lesson like this, but by the looks of his expression and body language he was happy to see them. He recognised those more than he recognised use of language, but that didn’t seem to work very well in the world he was living in with everyone being vocally expressive. While he had been learning the language through listening to everyone it was about time he learned how to write too and was pretty happy to learn with his friend. Getting all excited he shifted on the bed once he was placed down, looking to Takeshi before to Vegeta, curious to what was meant by that. He guessed it meant he was welcome to learn with his friend. Staring at Vegeta, he looked down when he was handed a few things, staring at them curiously before looking to what T’charrl had. Seemed he had the same thing so that was good, only problem he was having now was holding the stick correctly. Staring at it, he looked up to Vegeta as he explained what it was and how to hold it, his eyes slowly moving down to his own hand as he grasped it the same way. Staring at it curiously, he tilted his head before looking at the words on the board. “Ooh, my letters? I…think I did…but was so long ago! Maybe I remember…but…I copy that…” He didn’t know what it said but he was still going to copy it down. Slowly tilting his head he scratched at the paper with the pencil, slowly and carefully trying to copy whatever it said on the board.

Kiton was trying to prevent injury but he did feel it was going to happen eventually and he would need to stop. He really shouldn’t be training so much when he could barely move his body in other directions. He was struggling to move around already with how he was just now, but it was fine for what they were doing even if her movements were making him feel a little annoyed and proving to deliver sharp but quickly disappearing pain. Trying to counter her kick he ended with throwing his tail around again but sure enough Sasha made use of that movement and decided to counter it herself, ramming into his small body. Falling over momentarily he moved to get up, grunting as he held his ribs before turning around to face her. “H-Hey c’mon…my limbs are fine but my insides are pulverised, remember…?” he spoke up before sighing, "I know how durable my kind are, but it's still a lot of pain to go through..."