Vreta held up one hand and politely shook his head. “No thank you. I don’t think I should eat or drink anything right now. Not until I can fix the holes in my digestive system.”

Vreta did accept Freyr’s offer to take a seat, letting out a long breath as he did. His own plans, and this game he still had to participate in with the government officials aside, it was a relief to just be able to sit and rest for a moment. “I think today has been…unreasonably stressful for the both of us. Personally, I do feel fortunate that my implants can record what I see and hear. It would be difficult to remember all of the details of the attack, otherwise. Memories, for most species, are fickle things. Especially in stressful situations.”

When he took his seat, Vreta rested his arms crossed over his stomach, obscuring the most serious of his injuries so as not to cause any further distress for Freyr. “It is not likely that our attackers will attempt anything further tonight, not after the losses they took. Still, I am probably going to be spending most of my time under the protection of the Rothian embassy for the foreseeable future. If you want to talk more later, I will make sure you are permitted to visit. In fact, seeing as this event involved an attack on a Rothian citizen, and you were [i]also[/i] a potential target, I believe I can extend an offer of the same protection to you. With the permission of the commander here, of course.” Vreta said, gesturing to the other Rothian. “I mean no disrespect to the officers present, of course, but the Rothians can offer much better protection, simply because of our technology. The Rothian embassy is among the most secure locations on this planet. It is your choice, though. I don’t want to pressure you.”