The journey out was uneventful. Cloaked in a sound-dampening field and with his Akaku to reveal any threats, the priest soon stepped into the outside air. It was humid, warm and muggy, befitting a jungle. After the cold and cloying air in Mangaia, it was welcoming and comfortable
It was close to dusk, the high noon sun they had entered the catacombs under replaced by a low reddish orb hanging over the eastern horizon. In the light, Skorm's injuries appeared, if possible; worse. The skakdi had commented on his endurance and toughness, apparently the product of antidermis exposure
Laying the Ba-Toa on the ground, the priest finally had the time to construct splints and tend to him more thoroughly. He set what bones he could, applied salves and coagulants to some areas and cleaned and bandaged his lower torso and legs. It was not much, but it might buy him another day. He managed to get some more water and alcohol down his throat to, he lacked actual painkillers or sedatives, so he had to do what he could to keep him resting
He had spent hours doing this and risked his life going down into the tunnels; why?
It would be easy to dismiss it as a doctor and priest's work, perhaps easier still to say he needed no reason or that he found the Toa's tragedy entertaining. The truth was that he wanted to see him recover in mind and body. His state was not one he would wish on anyone, to have your mind corrupted and bent on killing your own brothers was a terrible fate. Maybe what he wanted was to fight against fate or the gods or whoever had ordained these events. If destiny created people like Skorm or himself, then he would rage against it with all his might
What he wanted to find was salvation, both Skorm's and his own
Philosophical quandries aside, what he needed was a mask of healing or access to more potent medical supplies, they had few options here. So he would have to travel. Ta-Koro was under heavy guard since the Piraka attack and they were not renowned for healing regardless; Ko-Koro was sealed behind mountain ranges, it would be impossible to travel there with his injured companion; Ga-Koro knew the Ba-Toa, they'd be arrested or killed on sight.
Le-Koro was nearby, but the priest had old enemies there. Onu-Koro was similarly past mountain ranges. That left Po-Koro. It wouldn't be his first choice, but it was his only choice right now. Travelling along the interior of the island would carry them through easy terrain and merchant caravans frequented the trade routes, it would be easy to find and pay one for transport to Po-Koro in Ga-Wahi
OOC : Bunnying okayed by Keeper, Skorm and Karna to Po-Wahi