Myitt stoops down to pick up her Dracon from where Joanne had convulsively dropped it.
"Sending you the coordinates," she calls over to Corliss, who looks up suddenly.
"What?" he says bleakly, looking from Myitt to Ossanlin. "Oh. Yes, bringing Keshin to his ship. Of course." He clears his throat and climbs shakily to his feet, holding his head.
"And Tora's coming with you," Myitt supplies.
"Right," Corliss says, squinting a the ground. He heaves a sigh. "Right. Reckon we should go, then, before the expiration date passes on this one." Corliss walks up to Salem and sizes him up, still wiping at an eye. "Hand her over, then, we don't have much time to waste."
He casts a sour glance at Terenia while he places a hand on the chair-like device Keshin has been placed in.