In truth, Rebeca was only half-listening to Vuduin's words. Even before he had finished speaking, she had ripped the IV needle out of her arm and swung her feet over the edge of the bed. "[color=crimson]Mikhail! Maya![/color]" She tried to stand and almost immediately swayed on her feet, pressing a hand to her head as a wave of dizziness washed over her. Gritting her teeth, she stumbled through the door, each step growing more steady and sure. [i][color=crimson]Mihkail! Are you okay?[/color]

[color=e25822]Oh good, you're awake.[/color][/i]

She froze, then turned. There, in the room right next to hers, was Mihkail, sitting beside a bed with a large brown patch glued to the front of his head. On the bed beside him was Maya, a similar patch plastered over her shell. Opening his eyes, the Rhyhorn turned his head slightly and peered at her through the glass pane that separated them. [i][color=e25822]So, what new level of stupidity did you accomplish [b]this[/b] time?[/color][/i]

Rebeca stared through the glass, then a look sheer, unadulterated joy radiated from her face as she rushed through the door. Her fingers gingerly caressed Maya's shell, almost afraid to touch her. [i][color=crimson]Is she...[/color]

[color=e25822]Sleeping.[/color][/i]

She dropped to her knees, wrapping her arms around her brother's head and pressing her face into his hide. [i][color=crimson]I'm so glad you're both alright! I was so worried![/color][/i]

Mihkail simply pressed his nose into his sister's stomach and thrummed. [i][color=e25822]As was I.[/color][/i]