When the mental warning had gone out, Zian had literally fallen out of his bed from the shock of telepathic brainmessages (and the urgency). Stumbling and scrambling to find at least a pair of pants, he was hopping into the jeans even as he was rushing to the infirmary to grab supplies.

Part of him was panicking rather badly, especially as he rounded a corner to see the attackers themselves (and ducking behind a wall that just barely hid him), but the other was in medic mode; he had a job to do and people might be hurt.

Joining up with Takakage, the team of diagnosis vs supercharging healing was on their way, with Zian carrying the first aid pack in one hand and the other fidgeting to button his pants.

Nobody gets to die on his first damn week here!