Thraigar had his back pressed against the machine's rear as he struggled to find enough space to stretch his legs. His face was a mask of worry, his thoughts undoubtedly with Valera, who had stayed behind to destroy the magic circle.
The knowledge that they were leaving her behind weighed heavily on him, the guilt and helplessness evident in his tense posture.
Golly was crammed into the front as he kept a shaky hand on the controls, his eyes flickering between the instrument panel and the cramped space they all occupied. His knuckles were white, gripping the controls as he focused on navigating through the earth, knowing the danger that lurked just behind them.
Ri, Chi, Chill, and Chick, being slim and agile, had no trouble squeezing into the cramped confines of the machine. Their lithe forms slipped into place with ease, but for the others, it was a different story.
