Lanestol seemed visibly relieved and loosened up tension once he saw Virum was at least alive. His healing appeared to work as his mending pained Virum, though not as much as it would have pained his bolder, short-sighted cohort to have lain around for months on end while the Stone-Turner crew went out adventuring. It took about 15 minutes before Virum was put back together as he was before, though he would still ache for a while longer where his injuries were.

"I would advise against attempting to take advantage of the planet's lower gravity like that again," the doctor noted. "Those injuries you sustained will still be tender for a day or so. Your body will have to pick up the final stretch before you're back to your former state." He reached out his hand to pull his shipmate back to his feet, satisfied he was revitalized enough to at least stand and walk the rest of their trip. He had also caught sight of Orky intentionally tumbling down the hill and dislocating his shoulder, though seemed glad he didn't have to step away from his more critical patient.

[i]If this is the pace we're setting for our adventure, running the medical bay is going to be SO much fun...[/i]

With no further need for his services for the time being, he stood about a foot from the edge of the pile of trinkets. Clutching his own in his hand and finally deciding the gut feeling was his fear holding him back, he placed his necklace down at the outermost layer in the pile. As his hand separated from it and he stepped back, he felt a shiver run through him, though he shook it off as the initial recoil of the aforementioned fear. He left it in its place and receded to allow others to place their contributions.