Dax pulls Prodion off the bench and puts him onto his back.
"Don't worry uncle, we'll make it to the boat in time. All my training will pay off" he says in a positive attitude.
Prodion says nothing. He just accepts being carried. He was about 135kg and 12 foot tall being carried an 8 foot 90kg saurian. He was nothing but impressed. It was not normal for a saurian aged 6 to do something like this let alone a standard saurian. It would take years and years of strength building.
Dax dodges and weaves through civilians. its only at this moment that he takes in all the different species that exist here.
He had no idea what they're called but wanted to find out sometime. More important to him was getting the two of them to the boat.
"GAAHHH" Prodion winces and cries in pain.
His pain was increasing. It was a constant stabbing pain right in his skull like someone was opening his skull and taking his brain out.
Prodion passes out and almost slips off of Dax's back but he manages to stay stable.
After 45 minutes of running, he arrives at the boat with 10 minutes to spare. He looks around to see what seemed like hundreds of others waiting for the boat too. He spots an empty space on the floor where he goes to lay Prodion down.
While Prodion rests on the floor ,Dax, making sure to stay nearby, goes on a walk and decides to talk to some of the different species that he sees.