Rylos stood patiently as he waited his turn to jump down. With each passing second he knew the chances of an attack grew ever larger. He watched as the young girl, Lyla, squeezed the hand of her friend and spoke her temporary farewell. Even without his empathetic abilities, he could see something was wrong though; the young boy beside her just stood cold still and seemingly did not respond to her comforting. There were no emotions radiating off him either, as if his young mind had simply grinded to a halt. He was in shock, and understandably so.

[i][b]"I'll see you at the bottom."[/b][/i] the young girls words barely sunk it before Rylos witnessed her run off the edge after their master’s beacon. Rylos waited for her to leave before addressing the issue with the boy. 

[b]“T’ish, the boy’s in shock. We’ll have to sling him to Worror or carry him down.”[/b] A pained tone carried across his words, both from the physical pain and the emotional stress of the situation. The Jedi investigator took a knee besides the young boy and took a look into his horrified unresponsive eyes. Bloodshot streaks and a ring of ebony circled the boy’s irises as they stared off into nowhere in particular. It was unsettling to see and reminded him of the eyes of the victims he had seen in the temple only a short while before. This close he could also smell the faint smell of urine and some dark stains could be seen through the child’s filthy robes. [b]“What’s your name champ?”[/b] Rylos asked in a vain attempt to snap the boy back into reality, [b]“Come on kid, stay with us. We need to get moving. We’re going to get you somewhere safe – I won’t let anything hurt you.”[/b] 

[b]“Go.”[/b] came the familiar synthetic voice of his Kel Dor comrade as he felt a reassuring hand place itself on his shoulder. [b]“Worror is signalling for the next person. You go. I’ll look after the boy.”[/b]

Rylos wasn’t in a position to argue with an elder Jedi, especially one that he knew and trusted. Besides he knew T’ish could look after the boy better than he could. Standing upright, Rylos gave his friend a nod and a return pat on the shoulder before going to join Worror and Lyla below. Gaining some momentum before the edge, Rylos more hopped off the side than dived off, making a conscious effort to remain upright as he fell. Cold wind brushed violently against his body, causing his loose brown robes to flap frantically and flay upwards. He shifted his focus away from pain management and towards his balance, preparing to use the force to land safely as he had done many times before. But this was different to the previous times. His mind was clouded, his body battered, and his control of the force weakened, and it was only by the assistance of Worror that he was able to survive the harsh landing. But even so, the pain from his injuries and a not so graceful landing caused Rylos to stumble as he landed and he found himself crashing onto the floor.