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[Well at least they've got some pre-made comm system here. Of course everything in her wants to take it a part, figure out how it works. At least it's something.]

Abby? Are you there? Is anyone else from Camp Jaha here? [She's not all that hopeful to be honest, but she has to try.]

I'm looking for my people, the sky people or the 100. If anyone knows their whereabouts, Finn or Octavia, give me a shout. [She figures it won't hurt to help look for Bellamy's sister.

She wants to end the feed there, already looking hesitant and distant, but she knows she's not going to survive long like this. In space she doesn't need her legs, but on Earth and apparently in the Drabwurld, she does.]

I-- I had a bullet hit my spine back home. I had someone look at it, remove it. But I can't use my leg. [Admitting this is hard enough.] I don't know what I'm going to do here without a brace or even modern medicine.

I'll take any advice.

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[ ... A bullet in the spine, she says. ]

I could make a metal one.

[Angry rebel trying to get back at someone and accidentally shoots bullet into innocent party's spine. Sound familiar?]

Anything is better than the armor they have here.

[ ... Shh. ]

I can make the metal shape to your legs exactly. Where are you?

What do you use, some soft metal? [Please talk tech with her.]

Caer Scima.

Something like that.

[ Hah. ]

Your room?

[That's not very definitive. She's intrigued.]

Right now, yeah.

I'll be there.

I'll be waiting.

Good.

[ It could take Erik longer to get back to the castle, but thanks to rings and his flight he gets there quickly enough. He asks an Imp for directions and he moves through, knocking on the door to her room and standing there, stern and waiting for permission. He wouldn't, normally, but... ]

It's open, [She calls out. It's bad enough manuevering in her room with her leg, but she doesn't want to get up and hobble over to the door using the shoddy leg armor and a spear for a crutch.]

[ And he comes in without hesitation, closing the door behind him before he looks at her. He's reminded of seeing Charles on the beach, of the few bare moments of watching his friend suffer before he left, of the shock at seeing him standing - but then he ignores the thoughts, ignores the familiar pang (he fixed it, no need to both) before he moves close. ]

Tell me how bad it is.

Sucks. [It comes out as a half scoff. Her derision isn't at him. He's not the one that did this, but it's clear she's holding back a lot of anger and frustration.]

I was managing back home. Even survived the damned surgery, but I don't have the brace here, and I can't walk. Doesn't hurt if that's what you mean.

[She just can't do much of anything in this state.]

I can imagine.

[ Sort of. He's seen it before -- but that's none of her business. For now, he's all clinical, frowning as he inspects her leg to see what, exactly, his metal can do. ]

Can you bear weight on it? Do you have feeling?

I can walk on it, just can't feel a thing. [She puts her good leg down, bending slightly. She's not sure if he's a doctor or what, and while she is sizing him up, he's the first that's managed to actually do something-- or at least have the means to.]

The bullet wound is on my lower back. [If he needs to see that. That's not going to be awkward at all.]

I see.

[ Just like Charles, but only on one side? The bullet must have hit her spine differently. He moves over and reaches out with his hands, the metal armour shifting a little as he feels it out. ]

Describe what you want.

I want to move. [She can't like this. The metal is too clunky, there's too much. It's meant to weigh her down and protect her, but it's the only thing she could find to strap to her leg.]

I want it to hold my leg together, but bend at the knee so I can walk.

[He's already moving and adjusting it, and her eyebrows are saying more than she could about how confused she is.]

How are you doing that?

A full-length brace, then, with a bend at the knee. Something that will move with your leg even if you don't feel it.

[ He can't really do that with the armour she has right now, though, and he frowns as he moves and tries to mould the metal a little against her limb.

But of course she wants to know and he just raises an eyebrow. ]

Mutation.

Exactly. [However he's doing it, sans technology, he seems to understand mechanics of it all, and she isn't complaining.]

I can take the armor off. It's all they had that was remotely useful.

[She doesn't know what 'mutation' means, but it seems to come in tricky.]

Could'a used you in space, [Raven remarks with a well meant smile.]

[ Erik will never admit to the research he had done on braces and the like, both before and after coming here. It's none of anyone's business. Nodding, he moves and pulls the armour away, thinking. ]

We'll need screws. From the Station.

[ He glances up, oddly amused. ]

I'm useful everywhere.

How the hell are we going to get there? [She doesn't really know the layout of the Drabwurld save for a few quick looks at the map, but she knows it's not an easy trip to just go pick up some screws.

She also has that look in her that says, 'What? Are you going to carry me?' Because she's not sure how well that will go over.]

Guess you're more useful at the Station. [She can't help but sass, not to give him attitude like this is his fault, because he hasn't even given her a reason why he's helping her, but she senses he isn't the type to just go around helping people in need.]

Fairy ring. We can use them to travel faster and your leg will be fine. I can move the metal with my mutation as we travel.

[ He's being nice and he knows he is - and it's making him uncomfortable just because this is all of the things he could never do for Charles. He hadn't been there to help him grow, to help him come to terms with his injury... The one he caused.

He looks up, frowning as his eyes narrow. ] I could always leave you here.

You're not making walk like some half cocked robot. [She throws him a look before shifting her bad leg and pushing it onto the floor before reaching for the spear she was using as a crutch. Like hell was she going to not do this on her own.]

I got this. I've been through worse. You say there's an easy way. Let's go.

[ Stubborn - he can appreciate that. He doesn't do much more than nod, opening the door with a wave of his hand and stepping out, letting her follow. If she says she can handle it then he'll let her; it's her pride that will suffer if she decides otherwise before the end. ]

Out through the keep. This way.

[The look on her face as she walks isn't painful, but she's clearly struggling. Still she does have her pride, and she says she can do this. So without any more words, she follows behind him.]

[ Erik isn't the type of person to offer too much help and, so, he lets her go. When they get out to the ring he steps through and guides her - and then the station is before them and he settles, looking around and feeling out with his powers. Metal comes to him, floating in front of them as he inspects it. ]

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