@PaulHaynek, @Rezod92, @The Irish Tree
"Oh yeah, for sure. I can just repair them whenever I want, 'cuz there's just an absolute abundance of spare parts and materials on this, what was it you called it again, Curry? Backwater?" Relica replied with an exaggerated and ratherpainfully obvious faux-optimism at the hornet's comment about her just needing to fix up her damaged toy. She then looked over her shoulder, gave the two rescued peasants a once-over and then looked back at her friend. "Lives aren't replaceable, no, but not all lives are worth the same. Damaging my equipment now to save two extra mouths to feed, who won't do or add anything to furthering our goals, and not being able to save a group of twenty or more later because I didn't have all my gear also isn't a very good trade." Relica commented, making her stance on the matter clear.
And in truth, she was still miffed about all this. Those two peasants didn't look like anything special, and while it may be wrong to judge a book by its cover, the fact was that according to that Ayu-woman back at the temple, the resources and provisions they had to work with were already meagre. Adding two potentially useless extra mouths, who could neither fight, craft, build or do any other sort of useful task or duty, aside from plowing a field, wasn't exactly a good idea in Relica's mind. True, they'd be helpful after the Varjans were driven off, since they could help replant and regrow food for the population, but right now that future seemd like a pipe-dream.
At the Automaton's words though, Relica's ears perked up and she turned to face the one named Eula.
"Don't you worry 'bout that. Even if it was against my better judgement to come here, it was ultimately me who agred to it... And had no real say in the matter... Anyway, Eula, huh? Hah, that's a cute name." The gremlin assured their new sister-at-arms.
Then the monkshowed up, and relayed a bunch of information. A bunch of really strange and inconsistent information. If the disease didn't spread or wasn't infectuous, as he had said back at the temple, then why had those two peons deemed it necessary to leave? If the illness had only arrived after the Varjans stole all their food, then it wasn't a disease at all, but rather starvation - and that was hardly somehting a simple monk or healer could address by going there. Finally, Kerry voiced a valid concern, which Relica quickly agreed on.
"Yeah, you say that the disease isn't infectuous or doesn't spread, baldie... But how do you actually know that? You haven't been to this place before, right? I honestly would've prefered if you hadn't sent those two off to the temple without letting someone examine them carefully first." The gremlin said, folding her arms under her plump chest and giving the man a disapproving frown.
Then came the real issue. The monk offered Eula to come along on their journey. It was, at this point, that the horney mercenary made a comment that drew Relica's attention to Eula. Spotting the damaged and patchwork-repairs of the automaton's arm, the little green-haired lady zoomed over to the side of her new acquaintance, grabbing hold of her scarred arm with her own, tiny gloved hands. Though, she did so gently and without pulling or yanking, like she was grabbing onto something brittle and delicate, like a glass sculpture or something.
"... How in the heck did you suffer all this damage? ... Jeez, I really wish you'd told me to take a look at this as soon as we met." Relica said, a somber chime to her otherwise snarky voice. Pulling down her goggles, she gave Eula's arm a good, thorough look-over, using her octo-arms to inspect the arm near the shoulder and armpit, where Relica herself couldn't reach due to her stature. Finally, she sighed and pulled up her eye-wear.
"Askin' me, Curry? On a personal levle, I'd want nothing more than to return to the temple and get Eula fixed up. To give you an idea, she's basically walking around with what would be equal to a mangled arm with a deep flesh-wound in the case of you or me. She can use it, but it ain't pleasant, or smart. You've done some self-repair I see, but that ain't going to hold forever you know." Relica said first to the hornet, then to the automaton herself. She placed a gloved hand on her chin and thought for a bit, then looked back up at her damaged monster-sister. "Look, I can't do anything about your damaged arm here. Not right now, I didn't bring any of my tools or supplies on this trip because I didn't think I'd run into you right as I left... Didn't expect you to be this banged up either. Still, if you can just wait until I get back to the workstation at that temple, I'll get you sorted, right as rain! ... But, if nothing else, I think it'd be a good idea for you to come with us." Relica said, a concerned and genuine expression on her. "Not to hlep us fight or anyhting, no. Leave the grunt-work and meatshielding to this idiot." She motioned with her thumb towards Kerry. "No, I'd like you to come along so i can keep an eye on yer condition, so things don't get worse. Is that alright with ya, Eula?" She finalized, asking strangely plitely considering how she'd been talking to Kerry and the monk previously... But perhaps that was just how she was around actually wounded individuals? Or perhaps she just played favorites.
When Eula picked up and ate some of the Varjan scrap-gear though, the gremlin made a face.
"Ew, no, Eula! Don't eat that! You don't know where it's been. Well, i mean, you do. But that actually just makes it worse. If ya wanna snack on somehting, eat one of Curry's spears. They come back on their own anyway, so it's fine."