It had been a long time since she had been in the spotlight at Thustra. Though she still saw him, she had withdrawn from the public eye, to both keep him out of suspicion and to not drag him into speculation. Thankfully, with the two assassination attempts in her rearview, press had also relented to her privacy, granting her the freedom to, temporarily, relax. But with political calamity stirring up, and war raging, MorataCorp had been racking in the credits with their trauma vests and medical aid, and she was finally allowed to let others manage while she maintained close ties with her own, limited, allies.
And then there was him, always him, and Silvi. Her world had grown both large and small.
Still, phantom pain throbbed and sang along nerves.
She knew she should berate him for putting himself in danger. That he should step back. But doing so would be a grave disservice for all he had already done. She had watched the Holonet about the Jedi, about the Sith, about the galaxy, and had come to a decision. She hoped it would be the right one. Still... he had been patient. So would she be. She carefully concealed her feelings, willing the cool mantle of the Doctor to slip in place once more.
Heels clicked behind her, and she turned, facing down her aide with a nod.
"Bring the guest in, please, if he can. To the atrium."
It was a place she was particularly proud of; now that they were no longer bound to merely Paqualis III, she could extend her hobbies into other spaces. This medical station boasted the biggest atrium for patients in the galaxy, but one select part of it, the doctor kept for her own private use. Two cups of tea steamed, but she wasn't sitting at the table, but standing, arms crossed beneath her bust as she stared out into the void, trying to keep herself centered. The more she dwelt on this, the more this felt as difficult a decision as on Nar Shaddaa.
@Sreeya
And then there was him, always him, and Silvi. Her world had grown both large and small.
Still, phantom pain throbbed and sang along nerves.
She knew she should berate him for putting himself in danger. That he should step back. But doing so would be a grave disservice for all he had already done. She had watched the Holonet about the Jedi, about the Sith, about the galaxy, and had come to a decision. She hoped it would be the right one. Still... he had been patient. So would she be. She carefully concealed her feelings, willing the cool mantle of the Doctor to slip in place once more.
Heels clicked behind her, and she turned, facing down her aide with a nod.
"Bring the guest in, please, if he can. To the atrium."
It was a place she was particularly proud of; now that they were no longer bound to merely Paqualis III, she could extend her hobbies into other spaces. This medical station boasted the biggest atrium for patients in the galaxy, but one select part of it, the doctor kept for her own private use. Two cups of tea steamed, but she wasn't sitting at the table, but standing, arms crossed beneath her bust as she stared out into the void, trying to keep herself centered. The more she dwelt on this, the more this felt as difficult a decision as on Nar Shaddaa.
@Sreeya