Arl takes a few steps to turn towards the elLans and loses footing. They catch Arl, who says: "Yes, please. The table with pillows, blankets and all of you."
Arl is glad they are here. Becoming shaky, as they all climb the examination table, probably a flight/fight adrenaline thing.
Arl also tells them that the shared nerve response from earlier might still weakly be there (waning).
Before the unexpected visit, Arl had just woken up. Yet Arl falls asleep quickly. About 10 minutes later Arl is sweating and fretfully mumbling. The elLans climb down from the table and arrange blankets to cool Arl. Eventually, taking turns, they wipe Arl's brow to remove sweat.
Arl mumbles, and elLan "2" does a double take. She asks the others to confirm with their listening systems. Did Arl just say a Lan phrase? They were not sure. It might have been the name of a fabric color, "ascendant white", common in 'belonging' formal events. All were sure that they had never used the term at all among them, ever. Probably just a simple case of translation device misunderstanding.
Elsewhere in the facility, the [Medical Site Lead] is monitoring the room. It pleases him, the attention Arl is getting.
There had been briefings which implied that these Lans might be self serving. From his view, he could clearly imagine the three elLans as mother, aunt or older sister, and grandmother; clearly tenderly doting over a girl that had gotten over-hot.
He would love to send the little alien off with them, but Galactic automated sterilization drones from all over would hunt Arl down.
He needs to leave this facility as confirmed cleared. Removing the scars will be a help, but the unidentified biotics are an ambiguity.
Automated systems have a habit of over-reacting to ambiguity.