Corliss nods at Breekan. "I know, mate, I won't lose sleep," he says softly. "I just feel bad, that's all." He watches the procedure on Alic with more curiosity than anything else, and when she appears to be recovering he pats her on a thin purple shoulder. "I'm glad you're alright, Alic."
"Yeah, me too," says Myitt, relieved. "Next time, like the girl says: Push the damn Tylenol on her, jerk." She smiles a little, elbowing Corliss.