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She didn't know what possessed her to take Adrian up on his offer of staying at a Bac residence. Her pride and ego had battled the thought, making her cringe at the idea of depending on anyone. However, a single glance at her son told her that she couldn't keep living in squalid conditions anymore. She had to think about Aiden before she thought about herself. After he had dropped her off, she made it clear to him that she needed some time to think. Qailan wanted to be away from him, wanted some time to reflect and process exactly what had happened on Corellia.
Qailan had been out, dressed in fresh new clothing for a change. Her eyes still had dark circles under them, but she looked more alive than she had for a while. The golden orbs shimmered in the sun, a stark contrast to the dull hue they possessed during her time on Corellia. It had only been a few days, and she already began to feel rejuvenated. She knew she would leave the penthouse soon, after finding her own place to stay. Though her ego refused to let her admit it, Qailan was thankful for this chance to rise up from the impoverished lifestyle she had grown accustomed to.
It took her a few minutes to make her way up to the penthouse. The expansive living quarters made her incredibly aware of her solitude. She had her son, but other than that she felt like an outsider in every way possible. The lingering possessions of the Bacs made her slightly uncomfortable, as if she were constantly trespassing. As a result, she had made up her mind to move out as soon as possible. For now, however, she had to put Aiden to bed. He had fallen asleep in her arms and she carried him up the stairs. Qailan arrived at the door, quickly turning the key and opening the door to enter.
Qailan had been out, dressed in fresh new clothing for a change. Her eyes still had dark circles under them, but she looked more alive than she had for a while. The golden orbs shimmered in the sun, a stark contrast to the dull hue they possessed during her time on Corellia. It had only been a few days, and she already began to feel rejuvenated. She knew she would leave the penthouse soon, after finding her own place to stay. Though her ego refused to let her admit it, Qailan was thankful for this chance to rise up from the impoverished lifestyle she had grown accustomed to.
It took her a few minutes to make her way up to the penthouse. The expansive living quarters made her incredibly aware of her solitude. She had her son, but other than that she felt like an outsider in every way possible. The lingering possessions of the Bacs made her slightly uncomfortable, as if she were constantly trespassing. As a result, she had made up her mind to move out as soon as possible. For now, however, she had to put Aiden to bed. He had fallen asleep in her arms and she carried him up the stairs. Qailan arrived at the door, quickly turning the key and opening the door to enter.