The scientists were rather pleased with the reasonable health of the visorak, and even paid them a little extra because of it.
The seven toa spent a few more nights there, resting up a bit, then decided to keep heading south, like Thiff had suggested before.
"Still considering quitting the team, aren't you?" Biti asked Strele one evening while they sat around a campfire.
"I don't like going back home." Strele replied. "Too many painful memories."
"That's reason enough to abandon your friends?" Biti asked, tilting his head.
"Biti, you're young, so maybe you don't quite grasp how this team works. We're not really 'friends'." Strele said. "We work together because we have a common interest of fighting and killing visorak, for whatever reasons. But that's all. Sure, we get along well enough, but honestly, most of these guys I wouldn't trust out of my sight."
"...I guess you're right. I don't see that." Biti said.
"Not yet." Strele said. "You haven't told me much about yourself, but it seem