Light shrugged and helped Vlalkor move Kif into the kolto tank. Afterwords, he asked simply, "Where are we headed? Shouldn't we perform maintenance on the ship?"
He was tired--no. He felt the strain of others aboard the ship, a sadness, and how exhausted some of them were.
"How is Corsail? I didn't see him on my way in. I'm surprised he isn't in here, since he was pretty banged up when we went to get Kif."
Light sat and closed his eyes for a moment, trying to block out the feelings of others. With a bit of success, they were in the back of his mind. He opened his eyes and looked at Kif, floating in the tank.