"Yeah hold on," Terrel grunted, pulling one hand off the cable precariously as she opened her menu. She could navigate most of it just in her head, but unfortunately she didn't know the names of all the buttons; she'd set them up to just look like pictures she could recognize. It was inconvenient, but it wasn't like she wasn't used to it. At this point, though, having to climb one handed was a royal pain, so she hurried up.
"I still had the map of the room saved from last time," she grunted, putting both hands back onto the cable. "Uploaded it to your codex." She glanced down, the floor in sight. Almost there.
Luir followed him swiftly, averting her eyes at the bodies that littered the floor. They were dead, all of them. No wounded, no man still holding on to the blessed gift of life--all dead. It was hard to distinguish her knees wobbling from just a natural shiver, hard to distinguish a lonesome tear from her eyes watering in the cold, so she pressed on through. Up they went, up to the fourth floor, and at last she saw the way out.
Duff offered her his hand, but she hesitated. Something had caught her eye, a movement to her left. It was a man, still somehow alive, though she could see easily why that life flickered. He wore a Stamarian uniform but carried no weapon anymore. There was simply nothing she could do but attend to him, and so Luir went.
Kneeling next to the man, she laid her hands on him without a second thought, calling up the energy that they had tried so desperately to steal from her. It was hard to get to, like fumbling for something in the dark with numb hands, but she knew what she was looking for well enough to persevere. Energy flooded her hands a few moments later, and they lit up with a warm glow, cascading from her fingertips and into his body. Before her eyes, the wounds closed, and in moments she could feel the life coming slowly back to his body, though his eyes were still closed in sleep.
Standing up, she faced Duff. Would he deny her now? Would he end the man's life again and then hers as well? She did not like murderers. She was increasing sure she did not like him, but let his actions, not her thoughts, justify his heart.