Woola awkwardly nudges his broad brow under Curtis's hand, still rumbling his disapproval of whatever has his charges so upset.

"Woola, inside. Garage. Library. Everywhere."

Woola's face screws up in confusion.

"Go!" Dejah's voice takes on that hard edge again.

Woola gives Dejah a short gruff sound and disappears, heading back to the bar.

Dejah turns back to Curtis. "Yes, we can stop by the infirmary. Have you eaten yet this morning?"