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Though Oriel let out an indignant yelp of protest as the black bags were placed over their heads, a gentle touch from Arrow had him once again biting his tongue and fuming in silence. Oh, but Arrow was lucky that Oriel cared enough for him to let him take the lead. He would have been spewing curses were it anyone else, by now.

The journey seemed to take an age. The pair exchanged words only briefly to confirm one another's remaining presence. Arrow could sense Oriel's tension, and hoped that the younger man contained his frustration.

Thankfully for the both of them, he did, and when they emerged from the van it was with a mutual sigh of relief. "I understand." Arrow replied when Barrett spoke, though Oriel muttered something inaudible in a foreign language indignantly.

"We are indeed with the Patronus. My name amongst them is Arrow Flight," Arrow said, realising that Rhea did not know his other name. "And I appreciate your assistance. We came to Langara after a Taiyou sniper shot our friend in the stasis chamber, Noah Aldwell, a Terran and another member of the Patronus. Commander Adams saved his life, and brought us here, to where he suggested your superior medical facilities would be able to tend to his wounds where Terran hospitals would not."

"It seemed only fair," Oriel interjected, tone still irritated, "After we tended to your own wounded at our temple."

Arrow gave the gunslinger a sidelong glance, but said nothing.