Now that conversation between the two had finally subsided, a pleasant silence set over the forest. With exception of the occasional ruffling of leaves from the wind there wasn't a single sound to disturb them, and that was precisely what Aito had been hoping for. Nothing but the sounds of their own breathing, something he was betting on Viral to be able to use as a point to focus on. In, and out, that was all that the Beastman needed to do. Where his son might normally complain or bemoan this method, there was no such sound, giving him hope that it was working. Without actually glancing over however there was no way of knowing, and the doctor didn't want to disturb Viral and check. Instead, Aito focused on himself, pouring over every little detail that had occurred since his and June's revival. Like the world's most complex jigsaw puzzle he could see all of the pieces, it was only a matter of figuring out how they went together. The recovery of some of the children, the war, the situation back on Earth, there was a lot he had to solve, and potentially not a lot of time to do it. A small smirk crept to his lips at that, it was just like when he was alive before; deadlines were always such a pain and came up far too quickly, yet he'd always managed to meet them. This time would be no different, he'd be certain of that.

"If you don't remember then that's fine, we can go over them after this. For now I want to just check if you've the motor skills to even write." Shu was certainly physically capable of holding the pencil, whether he could use something that required precision was another matter entirely. If the kid couldn't even manage to use the writing utensil then trying to teach him how to write would be a moot effort. Watching as Shu and T'charrl went about trying it out, he was somewhat relieved to find they were both capable of copying what he'd written; so they could recognize it, even if only as shapes, and mimic what he had done. That was good, now it was a question as to whether they understood any of the words or not. T'charrl likely had no grasp of what a "cat" was, but Shu may have some idea. "Excellent, your ability to write at a second grade level will prove to be our saving grace," Vegeta joked, hardly trying to contain the sarcasm in his tone. Hearing his mother clear her throat loudly he flushed just slightly, clearing his own throat before nodding. "Well done, both of you. T'charrl? Since we don't know if Shu is familiar with the alphabet, I'm going to go over it quickly for his sake. You don't mind, do you?" 

Sasha knew she wasn't physically that imposing, and she also knew she wasn't the fastest of fighters. That was fine though, not everyone had to have those to be a capable fighter. What she did excel in, something most people might not consider a skill, was dodging. To be more exact, she was rather adept at predicting movements based on how the body was positioned; she studied an opponent meticulously during a fight, and by seeing how they moved she could react, usually quite well, and avoid being struck. It was difficult the faster an opponent was, but an injured Kiton was proving to be right within her range. Being hit by his tail didn't stop her from coming back, and after using his own limb against him she managed to even knock him to the ground with a shoulder charge. Seeing him get up and grab at his ribs, Sasha immediately was reminded that Kiton was injured, and dropped right out of her fighting stance. Very embarrassed by getting carried away, she placed her hands on her thighs and bowed to the Frost Demon in a show of apology, her face burning albeit hidden by her hanging hair. "Sorry! I got carried away, my mistake!" she responded, composing herself just enough to look at him, managing a small smile, "For someone injured though you're still very good. I figured you'd be able to hit me easily, and I'm surprised I could get even the two hits in that I did. If you were healthy then I'm positive this would have been one sided for you." No amount of fancy dodging on her part would help if she'd been struck, and while it was unfortunate there was such a gap she wasn't resentful. That was simply how it was, she could work to try and remedy that or not, but she'd not ruminate over it.