Dron was careful as he continued to step through onto the deck of the ship.
Rynax stayed back away from him.
Dron tried to take a step closer, but Rynax put a hand up to stop him.
"You need medical aid," Dron spoke through the cloth on his face.
"In case you haven't taken a good look around, we all need medical aid. I'll be fine. I've gone through way worse than this." Rynax tried to scoff, but instead, all that came out was a deep cough.
"When did this all start?" Dron questioned and gestured to one of the crates for Rynax to sit. He looked as if he were about to drop at any second. The man was meticulous about his appearance. Dron knew it must be killing him not to look his best.
"It started about a moon cycle ago. Not very long." Rynax shrugged a shoulder.
"You think that it can jump ships?" Dron questioned.
