Emryc had to hunch quite a bit to make his way into the camp area. His large frame often caused him issues, and it didn’t help that ancient people were significantly shorter. Mercifully, the actual interior allowed him some room and it was surprisingly spacious. The half Sephi stared at the collection of MREs before anything else. Emryc was raised as a soldier on a space station. Not only was he incredibly familiar with MREs, but he actually preferred them. He also had quite possibly some of the blandest tastes in food, much to the exasperation of those that knew him well.
“Veggie patties, Gamorrean noodles, mixed meatloaf,” He rattled off, “This is an impressive collection,” Emryc stated with approval, listing some of the absolute bottom tier MRE flavors that soldiers would rather use as kindling than eat.
The half Sephi walked towards an old fire hearth built into the stone wall. He wasn’t surprised to find one - the location was exceptionally cold and the people back then had to keep themselves warm. Emryc stood before it, closing his eyes for a moment, concentrating and channeling the Force. The energies rippled around him and pulsated, and it was clear he was drawing upon deep wells of his strength. It was the first hint that the Sith Lord rivaled the powers of a Councilor, the Force rapidly heeding his call as sparks of flame began to form in the hearth. To draw fire within such a cold environment took great strength and it taxed Emryc. In the end, however, there was a roaring fire as he exhaled and stumbled back slightly before taking a seat.
The warmth offered a much needed reprieve from the soggy clothing and cold atmosphere. Emryc moved to grab the medical supplies when he felt Jaikus tug at his wrist. The half Sephi eyed him curiously, but he didn’t draw his hand away. Emryc was distracted when Jaikus began to laugh again, silvers flicking up towards the yellows with hints of emerald. He said nothing in response to the Gundark comparison, though the blank stare may suggest he was doing thorough analysis on the comparison of Sephi and Gundark ears. The promise of more laughter, however, drew him out of his thoughts.
“I suppose I’ll just have to keep tossing you around,” The half Sephi replied very deadpan, leaving it to Jaikus to take that however he pleased.
Emryc looked back at his wound, grimacing slightly behind his face wrappings as the bandages were pulled away from the grotesque injury. It was in desperate need of stitching. He floated the extra supplies over, focusing his attention away from his own cut. He instead reached over to unravel the bandages around the Marauder’s thigh, revealing that the cut there also needed attention. Emryc worked in silence for a moment, applying disinfects to clean the wound.
“You could have made the rest of the way on your own,” The half Sephi stated very quietly after a long moment of silence, just barely audible. Beyond the entrance puzzles, he doubted there was any teamwork needed to get to the end. His own fall at the platforms had caused a massive setback. It was something that would bother him for a long time. He only looked briefly at the hints of emeralds before focusing back on what he was doing.
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