If I may. [ his tone, the fluid line that his body becomes, sliding into motion, is enough to make his intent a statement, despite the formally worded request. there are limits to them all, and while spock has come to witness many shirk what defined them when they arrived, in the months that have passed and demanded that they rebuild themselves- spock refuses to yield. starfleet and it's codes, it's training and ethics and binding routines are more than methods of conduct. it is more that a series of regulations. starfleet is his home. he cannot, and will not, elect to abandon that which keeps him whole.

a glance is offered to his captain, as much an apology as to ask permission when he moves to sulu's side. ]

Without attending medical, one can have no guarantee of Mister Sulu's safety or health. Once discharged, and I believe, requisitioned to bedrest, [ his gaze moves to the man, a nod in the pilot's direction. understanding. ] he may be better equipped to answer our queries.

[ it is not a rescue, not entirely, but both of his fellow officers have been pushed too hard, too far, and for too long. they require rest, even if in this moment- neither party is readily able to recognize it. ]