She should have stayed.
The thought rang through Viiox's mind like a dagger. Sure, she was a weyrling, not capable of doing much. Sure, she had to keep Crimioth safe. It didn't make sense to stay. But Viiox rarely thought things through, so why, why now, had she fled instead of staying to help her fellow weyrlings escape? It was foolish to feel so guilty about it, when it had been the wise decision, but Viiox's split-second decisions were rarely wise, and she was left feeling more like a coward than a sage.
Sitting in the infirmary with nothing but her thoughts, Viiox gazed towards the napping dragon beside her. Crimioth would have words if she caught Viiox thinking like this, and Viiox wasn't exactly good at keeping her thoughts from Crimioth. It may not have been even remotely Viiox's fault. She may have done everything she needed to. But it felt like it was her fault. Somehow. Someway.
She stared down at her hands. She had blood on them, almost. Guilt plagued her. She should have done something. Could have done something. Her shoulder would recover, but would everyone else be okay? She frowned, staring at them, before noticing a shuffling sound. Viiox quickly looked up towards her visitor and didn't bother to hide the surprise on her face. She quickly forced a grin onto her face. "Did you come to visit me? Guess I'm not as annoying as you thought, huh?" she teased, hoping she hadn't been caught brooding.