The past few days had been good. Every waking moment was spent working, repairing, gathering and salvaging. It was busy in a way that demanded his mind full attention all the time. No time to rest until night came. And he was tired enough to fall asleep without having a moment to think.
"There is stuff that needs repairing," Vitek comments without much energy.
"We send someone to help you repair while also investigating your world."
...then he starts to think about what it means to talk to people again and he collapses.
There are ways that could've gone better.
It was an interesting first try. One could say.
They rush to figure what's wrong and if it's something contagious and how to treat it.
The fact that the bed is so soft, startles Vitek awake once he realizes it. And the hand holding his foot more so.
The hand is larger than a human hand. The person who belongs to is also larger than a normal human. She fights for the hold on his feet.
"Don't! This is helping you."
"Gentle," Another tall person admonishes.
The two appear to be going through some loose pages, reading them.
Then she smiles at Vitek. "Hi! I am Phaidra Whitepath. The situation was overwhelming and you passed out."
Well, that's embarassing.
"I mean, it was very overwhelming. Also you were sick."
"Are. You are sick. He is sick. I have three distinct powers, and I have to use all of them to help you."
Vitek eyes the feet that she is holding. "Thank you." Because that sounds like the thing to say when a giant woman is helping you with three distinct powers.
She makes an agreeable noise. "I am Megaera Whitepath. You?"
"Nice to meet you. So, what are you doing with your life that it got you this sick, but still capable of walking?"
"Fixing things and breathing poisonous air?" Heh, he can still do sarcasm.
"Something about bombs. Nasty bombs, just by the feel of what I am fixing. Which is... honestly, everything."
Nod. "If you can clean me, can you clean my world?"
"Not quite cleaning. And not fast enough by the looks of it. We need a place where we can just put people."
"I... can clean things, but not a whole world, not like that. And we do need a place."
"Figures. This is pretty magical already." He glances at the loose pages. "What are you doing?"
"Checking, counting things, figure out how many people we have, what they need and if they can provide work."