Pele was, she supposed, one of the last people one would expect to be here. She wasn't really a fighter no, but she was more of a scholar than she was a medic.

But, she really hadn't found her thing, she hadn't trained at all to be an observer. Studying books was a passing hobby, it wasn't a job that she could do here and make any real contributions. On top of that? She remembered how she'd seen the dead bodies of her family, and could do nothing to assist. They had revived later, but what if one day they didn't? What if one day they were going to be gone for good, and she could prevent it?

Rin, she looked so, tired. The fireball could see the stress of taking care of all of them, even her little scrapes from when she first started flying, weighing on her. It seemed to age her body more than time itself did. It hurt, to see her like that when she'd done so much for all of them.

"I'll try."