Aw, good. And once they are safely off the islands in lava, she can give them water and bandages and other medical attention. She's not a medic, but she has ever been on a battlefield before. It is useful to know extremely basic first aid when one has been on a battlefield before. She can maybe patch them up well enough that they can be brought back for more careful attention at their camp.

James can summon a minion or two to help carry more skritt!

"I still need to ask you about how you can summon minions without corpses," she says, as she helps settle an injured skritt onto a support minion.

"I'm not sure how to answer that. I just—do?"

"... When we're not doing anything important, I can blow the dust off of my poor ignored necromancer secondary profession and demonstrate minion summoning from corpses? So you can compare and explain? I'm not very good at it, but I wanted to learn at least one minion summoning spell."

"...secondary—you'd have a secondary profession, wouldn't you. Huh."

"Do. Do you not have those, anymore. Are those gone too, along with resurrection and the attention of the gods." Sigh. "The future is a twisting adventure of ups and downs."

"Sorry," he says, with a slight twist of the corner of his mouth. "We do not have those anymore, people have not been able to bind the different schools of magic like that."

"It's okay. Well. I suppose I am now unique? ... Even more so than I already was?"

"You are in fact very unique."

"Flatterer," she accuses, fondly. "Okay, quick glider pass to see if there are any more skritt that need a rescue, then we all head back to the camp?"

"Absolutely. The area's big, though, we should do a further pass after we deliver these skritt."

She nods. "Sounds good." Her mouth quirks. "Valued bodyguard."

"Let's go, then, boss."

"Let's," she agrees. "Though since I'm not gliding with you, I'm not really holding you back here. You can just go glide. I'll be down here regardless."

"I suppose. But I would miss you.—and we should perhaps not flirt while saving skritt lives."

    "Boing boing heeee," says one of the bandaged skritt, slightly out of it.

Snort.

"No, probably not. Off you go, I'll finish up here while you're checking around, see who can and can't walk and whatnot." She makes a little shooing motion.

Off he goes!

He's such a good adventuring boyfriend. ... Eeee, she can use that word to describe him, they're dating, he likes her so much that she's his girlfriend.

She attends to the skritt, but maybe while badly disguising a smile that is... definitely somewhere on the road to being goofy.

He returns! And they proceed to continue helping skritt here and there.

Vetareh might notice they get... significantly smarter when they're closer to their camp. In particular, they seem to communicate with each other really fast and be able to remember more things, and their speech becomes more complex and organised.

That's interesting. Something to do with collective communication based intelligence? At some point she'll probably have to sit down and learn about all of the various species in Tyria. She is getting the impression that modern society is a lot more intermingled than what she's used to, and she'd really rather not trip into some kind of complicated societal issue.

Anyway, that's both destroyers fought and skritt saved. How do they go about arming them?

The skritt camp and a bunch of mini-camps spread out around the area have various scrap metal parts fashioned into something resembling weapons. They seem to be used enough to that.

Ah. Okay then. They can just retrieve those and hand them to various skritt, then.

... Are they done now, do they count as friends of the skritt and can they please move on with saving the island from exploding?

Perhaps.

"We've done what you asked," James says to the firstish mate. "Are we allowed to pass yet?"

    "Good! Yes, good! Skritt are safer, stronger! Come in, come in! Don't break anything."

"Let's go, my princess."

    ("Boing boing heeeeeee hehe heeeeee," calls the injured skritt from a cot just outside.)

"Yes," she agrees, wincing a little. Yes, that one injured skritt. Boing boing. Very observant of you, gold star.