Zaia nodded at Srucayr’s advice about the truth being somewhere in the middle. She knew it to be true, especially when the Jedi came to mind. She’d have to learn to find that balance someday, if that was even possible.
“I won’t turn my back on any of our people,” she promised heartily. She didn’t know if it was to herself or to Srucayr, but perhaps it was both. “Maybe it’s only the way I go about it that might be different from yours.” She gave the man a slight smile. “I will live by the codes, though. It’s the least I can do.”
Then Srucayr brought up the subject of love, and Zaia immediately backtracked, shaking her head and raising a hand up defensively. “Love? No no, that’s not-” She cut herself off, then tried again. “I don’t love-” No, that would have been a lie. She did love him, she knew it. She just couldn’t admit to it out loud, and she didn’t even know why. It wasn’t like he was here to tease her about it. Letting out a sigh, she wrung her hands and sat back on the stone.
“Oh, he’s not like anyone I’ve met before. He’s Mandalorian and a Jedi. I didn’t even know that was possible,” she said with a smile. “Great fighter too. And he has a wit as sharp as a newly-made dagger.” She sighed, then looked back at Srucayr.
“In all seriousness, I know you wouldn’t make me give him up. I just don’t want him to see me at odds with his family, in case it comes to that.”
@Rhogar