Corliss stares at the ground as Ossanlin trots away from him. He looks up at Terenia's Bug fighter, and feels compelled to go and comfort her...but what good would he do? He was just a foolish Yeerk-and-human combination, caught up in each other's complicated mix of emotions. Terenia was being shunned by everyone.
Then again, it seemed, so was Myitt. Corliss sighs, turning on his heel and walking back across the gravel yard of dead ships, toward the bar.
He steps inside and sidles up to the bar, noting some sort of commotion in the corner with the crew of pirates. Trey had made his way over there, although Corliss was eager to eventually continue his conversation with the boy.
He stops, standing next to Myitt, who is still face down on the counter.
"Don't tell me you've gotten yourself smashed already," he queries, hands behind his back.
"No," Myitt says, muffled. She looks up and blinks in the sudden brighter light, grabbing the bottle of redin. "Time to start." She uncorks the grimy black bottle and pours a big glass. "Bartender, another glass please."
