After a moment the humanoid seemed to gain his composure but a slight tremor remained in his hands. "Would you like more food?" The humanoid asked gesturing to the empty bowl resting on the bed beside him. Lane followed his gaze, now that he was calm he was acutely aware of his hunger. "Yes please." The humanoid nodded, grabbing the bowl and darting out of the room only to poke his head back in a moment later with a suspicious look on his face. "Hey, you better not think about getting up."
"I won't." The humanoid narrowed his eyes slightly, seemingly unconvinced before he disappeared from sight. A quietness settled over the room, and with nothing else to focus on Lane felt the pain of his wounds ebbing. Fighting through the pain in his chest, he leaned up to get a look through the door into the rest of the house. He looked out into what seemed to be a handmade living space and kitchen made of basic materials like wood and stone lit up by a secondary fireplace in the living area. The house seems handmade but I don't think I've seen such a building structure used in any human colonies.
The humanoid peeked his head back in again before stepping in with a bowl and cup in hand. He gave a small smile, his green eyes sparkling in the dim light, before closing the door and walking over to Lane. As he was walking over he suddenly drops the wooden bowl and cup as his hands start trembling. The humanoids eyes widen in surprise before he slumped over, falling to the ground in pain. His breathing quickened and his body tremored with him groaning in pain. Lane peered at him in confusion and slight concern, "Are you ok-" He stopped himself mid-sentence. He knew the stories about humanoids, that they were slaves to their animalistic instinct and rabid creatures without a shred of humanity. Lane stared at his hunched over form as if he were observing a threat. Should I kill it? Who knows what it might do if I leave it there.
Just as Lane made his decision and started to move towards him with his hand outstretched, the door flung open. The person on the other side of the door narrowed his eyes, he was tall with dark brown hair and yellow eyes but more noticeably, a set of wiry antenna rested on his head that twitched occasionally and his legs were thorny with a strong shiny shell. The cricket humanoid stared at the scene wide eyed. "What the hell?" he mumbled looking between the white haired humanoid and Lane suspiciously. He calmly walked forth to stand over the winged humanoid, staring down at him with a sigh. He glanced up at Lane again before turning his attention back to the humanoid on the ground. "Moth... You overdid it. What did I tell you about doing that?"
The white haired humanoid, Moth, trembled and groaned in pain before reaching out to grab the cricket's leg. "I'm sorry... Please help me." The cricket sighed and kneeled down next to him. "Be more careful next time. You know I don't like doing this." Moth sprung up, nodded frantically and grabbing the crickets shirt. The cricket roughly grabbed Moth and tugged him towards him, locking him in a kiss.
Lane's eyes widened and his cheeks reddened with embarrassment as he turned away out of instinct. Moth reached up and wrapped his arms around the cricket's shoulders and deepen the kiss but he was roughly tugged away by his hair. "That's enough. Right?" Moth shakily nodded, wiping his mouth. "Thank you. Cricket." Cricket shrugged before standing up and turning his attention to Lane as he narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "Who is this? What is he doing here?"
"I don't really know, he got hurt by Sally so I brought him here to heal." Cricket scoffed, smirking in amusement as he stared at Lane. "Serves his right, he should have known not to step into her territory, she hates unfamiliar humanoids." Lane screwed up his nose in disgust. "I'm a human." He snapped, slightly disgusted by the insinuation. He scanned his eyes over Crickets appearance, his lean figure, well rested eyes and smooth, unblemished skin that indicated an easy and lazy life. Which was a stark contrast to Moth's rough and worn figure. Cricket's head turned to Moth and his eyes hardened. "He's human?! What were you thinking?" Moth, after gathering himself and standing met Cricket's gaze head on. "That he was hurt and needed help." Cricket sighed dramatically, glancing back at Lane as if he were an insect which was slightly ironic. "Get him out of here. You are going to put us in danger." He turned to walk away as if that ended their discussion but Moth spoke again.
"I will... Once his wounds are healed." Cricket turned back to him, his eyes wide from Moth's defiance before he sighed. "Fine. He's your responsibility and he leaves as soon as possible. He can't stay for any longer than a week." Moth scoffed, "A week? Have you seen his injuries? He'll stay as long as he needs." Moth spun around, imitating Cricket's behavior from earlier. Cricket scowled at Moth's back before glancing at Lane and storming out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Even with the loud sound of the door slamming shut Moth didn't flinch, instead he took a seat next to Lane's bed with a small sigh. "That was Cricket. He doesn't like humans but don't worry. I'll look after you until you are healed."
"I'm not an injured bird." Moth chuckled slightly at his response, staring into the fire with a small smile on his face. Lane observed him for a moment. The way the light from the fire danced across his face, the curve of his soft pink lips and the slight gleam in his green eyes that remined Lane of colored glass ornaments that would spin and glisten in the sun. "You two are going to let me go after I heal?" Lane asked in a small voice, he didn't want to bother Moth's peace but he needed to ask the question. Moth turned to him and tilted his head in confusion. "Of course not. What else would do with you? Strip you for meat?" Lane didn't answer but stared at Moth suspiciously which caused the other to burst out laughing. "Seriously? You humans sure have a skewed perception of us."
Lane's averted his eyes, embarrassed. Stories like that were common in discussions about humanoids and there was constant rumors about humanoid groups eating humans as a form of protein. "Hey is Moth really your name?" Lane asked in an attempt to change the uncomfortable subject. Moth's expression turned sour and his eyes lost their spark as a small frown formed on his face. "Well, Moth is the name Cricket gave me and I don't remember my human name so I guess Moth is my name. But it feels like Moth as my name is making it seem like my humanoid abilities are the only part of me that matters..."
Lane was a little surprised by this, when he first saw Moth's appearance he thought he was a butterfly humanoid. He thought moths were ugly but living proof of their beauty was sitting in front of him. "Have you ever thought of choosing your own name?" Moth stiffened up at Lane's words, turning his gaze back towards the fire as his antenna drooped. "No not at all... What is your name?" Moth asked, his antenna perking a little in curiosity. Lane hesitated to answer while he analyzed how this could possibly be used against him. "Lane." Moth smiled sadly and his antenna dropped again. "That's a nice name."
There was a few moments of silence after this where only the crackling of the fire could be heard and they settled into a comfortable silence but Lane was feeling restless about something and he wanted to ask something. "Why did you and that guy kiss?" The antenna on Moth's head shot up and his wings stiffened as hi face went red. "Uhh well, its a necessary part of my abilities." Lane's eyes narrowed slightly in confusion. "Why is that?" Moth stood up from his seat in a hurry causing his chair to fall over before rushing over to the door. "I'm going to leave you to sleep now. I'll bring you food in a few hours for dinner." After that he darted out of the room, leaving Lane alone to contemplate what just happened.