She thought he was a ghost, so pale and white, until her arms wrapped around him and he became solid and alive once more. Her heart was beating fast, although not nearly as fast as his. Her red hair blowing in the dry dessert wind like an eternal flame. She took a step back, reluctant as she was to release him, and raised a hand to the air. The sound of his name being cheered, chanted, applauded, was suddenly thunderous.

"Your sacrifice allowed us to reach the Citadel. All these people, they know of your deeds." She and her sisters had made sure of that. Recounting every detail of their perilous journey.

His rig would most likely be scrapped, but Capable was more interested in inspecting the damage done to him. She turned his face up with a hand under his chin, looked into his eyes, saw that at the very least he was severely dehydrated from his journey. "You need an IV and a blood transfusion. Both are in abundance now." Whereas before only a blood bag would be offered, now fluids in the form of an IV were now offered to those with medical need. "We ration the water now, but only in times of great necessity."