Enro carried Solae back to Amber Horizon with little difficulty; while he was no longer in his physical prime he still stronger than Rene. The soldier had initially protested. He was exhausted but his protective zeal had kicked into overdrive when he saw the marquise captured and unconscious. The Syshin leader delicately asserted his authority, pointed out Rene's wounds mitigated his ability to safely spirit her back the encampment, and then picked her up without waiting for consent. There was a subtle respect in his actions that had not been so profound before. When he had spoken in his broken common he had made eye contact with Rene but reduced his height slightly so as not to be so far risen about the man. Rather than slinging Solae over a large shoulder, which would have been the easiest method, he cradled her in his arms as gently as he could as if she were a slumbering princess.

"My people are in your debt," he said as they approached the front door to the spaceship that housed the alien community. "They will..." Enro paused as he searched for the words that were as inoffensive as possible, "take care of the dead and machines. I must watch. Lasha, daughter of Nari, will help you and your bonded."

Syshin swarmed out of Amber Horizon's front door which had been left open out of practical need. With the assault over the foreign race had summoned their males, females, and children that were roughly equivalent to a human teenager to assist with recovery efforts. A large clump of female Syshin squeezed past carrying various digging implements as they solemnly conversed about the tasks ahead of them. Two older adolescent males trailed after with arms laden with rope, jugs of clean water, cloth, and jars of thick tar. Many had been dispatched to where Rene had led the rescue of the Penshae captives but they spread in all directions as a precaution. Evidence of the slavers, even the tracks of their vehicles, had to be eradicated to the best of the Syshin's ability.

"Lasha!" Enro boomed. He was not angry but the chatter and sounds of so many bodies moving in confined spaces made it hard for any to hear.

No more than two minutes passed before a female Syshin arrived at the door. She was young, yet clearly an adult, and beautiful even by the standards of humanoids of different species. Lasha's plumage was a silken spun gold, darker than Solae's hair color but no less luminous, that blended into a vibrant emerald green. Enro spoke a few words to her in Syshi before nodding to Rene and going back from whence they came- there were two corpses left next to the burning sugar cane fields that could not be ignored.

"Come, come quickly," Lasha urged. She had taken Solae from Enro but strained more with the dead weight than he said. "Kadal is in the infirmary," she said with nearly perfect common. Unlike most of the encampment she worked closely with the Stellar Empire's other citizens and was more polished in the imperial tongue. "He is between two paths," Lasha added quietly, "so we will use my room."

The hall was crowded but once the Syshin saw Lasha carrying Solae and Rene trailing behind they could not move out of the way quickly enough. Wide eyes watched them pass with rapt attention and bated breath. No longer were they mere curious strangers- they were heroes in their own right. To stand in couple's way as they sought healing would have stained the honor of whomever was so unlucky as to be frozen in awe. Lasha turned to the right before they reached the hold, leading Rene into a room where a male Syshin (her bonded and mate) waited for them.

It was more spacious than what had been given to Rene and Solae before the assault on the slavers. A bed large enough to accommodate the larger frames of two Syshin was elevated on a sturdy wood frame and pressed against the outer wall. It had been dressed with linens that were rough to human touch but so well insulated that in the winter the Syshin would not be uncomfortably cold with the drop in temperature (to which they were sensitive more than heat). Two basins were against one of the other walls, one made of earthen materials and smaller in size, one constructed of wood that had been covered in multiple layers of lacquer and meant for washing. Roots, bulbs of exotic vegetables, dried flowers and fruit, sticks of incense, and fresh herbs hung from the ceiling and were suspended at various lengths. There was a sweet, soothing aroma that was wholly intentional.

Lasha's mate yanked the cloth off the bed so Lasha could lay Solae on the bare mattress. Once this had been done he stepped out of the way as she pulled a hidden drawer from the bed's frame and looked for the supplies required to mend her patients. "I do not know when she will wake, so we will do what we can before she does. I must have these removed," she said, pointing to the pants that were stained with blood. "As her bonded, this you must do," she instructed. Clucking her tongue at her mate, Lasha shooed him successfully out of the room.

Turning her back to give Rene privacy she washed her hands in the smaller basin and pulled a mortar and pestle from a shelf to her left. The healer Syshin plucked several components from dangling strings that were placed in the bowl with two small vials she had extracted from her drawer storage. When ground together they formed a thick brown paste speckled with purple whose scent was remarkably pungent. Lasha sprinkled a fine dust in after a moment to reduce the smell; she did not want Solae to wake before they had stanched the bleeding of her thigh.

"Are you in pain? I can give you a medicine while you wait," she offered off-handedly as the continued to work. "You will stay here so that when she wakes she is not scared, and so we can make her drink a treatment for the bruises." The skin on Solae's exposed left arm was blossoming an angry magenta from where she had fallen onto it when she struck the ground at a high velocity. It was by no means a threat to her life but it would make a great deal of ordinary tasks painful until it healed.