Derek nodded towards Althea before he moved to gently lean against the door. He waited until Alan and Gnol were back in before he headed towards his room.
He needed to get out of these clothes, he needed a shower. He felt... disgusting, all of that magic, everything between Ash and Traff....

Derek shuddered as he closed his door, moving to pull off his top and head towards his shower. He knew it probably wasn't the smartest idea to do so when the ship was to take off, but he didn't care anymore.
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The sound of skittering legs echoed from behind the door, before it slowly came to a halt.
"Come in." Avia's voice came in from the room, "I haven't really left. I was waiting for you." She looked to Fer'a again. "He should have contacted me."
[i]"He wished not to bother you."[/i] "It wasn't going to be bothering!" [i]"He worried it would. He wanted to make it himself. He was afraid."[/i] "I would have been worried too."
Avia finally stopped before shaking her head with a sigh, "How is he?"
[i]"Recuperating."[/i] Fer'a spoke softly, [i]"He is mending. He will heal. Ash cares for you all, as well as Jill. He cares a lot for Jill."[/i]