Braig watched them leave, then moved to support Aya while she coughed.

Dilan settled back, unhurried, when he was sure Maya was okay, "That's fine, Maya. We need you to get more hand-to-hand, though. Going for a weapon is good, but you need to be ready to attack without one from a dead sleep too." It...wasn't like she was likely to be able to hurt him even with hand-to-hand, after all. He was a sturdy mutant, he was. "How's your breathing? Can you focus?"