Clove began pestering Arctus and Ruz about Batuu not long after she was released from the hospital. She had a combination of reasons, really; their tickets wouldn't last forever, Batuu happily haunted her during her unconsciousness, and, most importantly, Ruz and Arctus needed to get away. Especially Arctus. He didn't say it out loud, but it was easy to read his emotions and realize that the man who loved the younglings more than anything else had suddenly lost a significant chunk of them.
And well, Clove felt guilty.
Thankfully, it didn't take much convincing, and the trip itself was even easier to plan. Just pick a few days and done! And even tho it wasn't Life Day anymore, it was still cold and icy on Batuu, and there was plenty to do! Getting permission from the Jedi Order to take a few days off was the most difficult part. But even so, it was a lot easier than she had anticipated. It was actually encouraged to take a break.
So when the time came, Clove raced thru the corridors toward Arctus' ship. Although her driving skills were just as bad as her flying skills, it didn't take her long to adjust to the wheelchair. Plus, because she couldn't walk, she was free to wear whatever skirts and shoes she wanted! Especially those higher heels, which were not only uncomfortable for her feet but also useless for the Jedi Order. Nobody could judge her now!
As fast as the wind, she flew up the ramp. The large backpack bounced up and down her lap, having survived the trip with the Padawans thru Force knows where and now serving as a vacation bag. "Arctus! Hey Arctus!" Clove called joyfully when she reached the top of the ramp. Her large chocolate brown eyes scanned the entryway's interior, excited to see more. "Are you ready?! Ruz will be here any moment as well!"