A soft warm light cascaded down through one of the tall windows, enveloping the silent raven-haired boy that sat nearby at a small table and gazed blankly out into the distance. He'd barely been able to dress himself since Celeste had saved him from the clutches of a warlord and his gang, requiring assistance from her subordinates every day. A mostly untouched plate of food sat in front of the fallen Knight, who'd been dressed in a fine white button up shirt and black form-fitting pants for the day.
The recovery process had been going painfully slow. The broken and defeated Jedi was having issues recalling his past, which included his connection to the Order and even his own name. His friends, family. All of it was shattered and scattered to the distant corners of his foggy mind. His muscles had slowly begun to return, but it would take much more time and support for him to redevelop a healthy bulk. On top of that, his constant lack of appetite meant that it would take even longer if something wasn't done soon to get the former bounty hunter back into shape and on his feet.
For now he wasn't able to do much. He was usually unresponsive, but obedient nonetheless. He was often sluggish. Weak. Wasn't getting very good rest due to the constant traumatic nightmares that dominated his every attempt to sleep. Deep black bags had taken hold under his dim blues, and seemed to only be getting worse with each passing day. Despite all the people that surrounded him and cared for him, the boy always seemed so alone.
Null teetered between withering away and recovering. His heart didn't seem to be in anything, and he'd become a nobody. Celeste and her servants had done what they could to support him, but it was beginning to seem like he might be stuck in his debilitated and apathetic condition for the rest of his life...
@LadyRen
The recovery process had been going painfully slow. The broken and defeated Jedi was having issues recalling his past, which included his connection to the Order and even his own name. His friends, family. All of it was shattered and scattered to the distant corners of his foggy mind. His muscles had slowly begun to return, but it would take much more time and support for him to redevelop a healthy bulk. On top of that, his constant lack of appetite meant that it would take even longer if something wasn't done soon to get the former bounty hunter back into shape and on his feet.
For now he wasn't able to do much. He was usually unresponsive, but obedient nonetheless. He was often sluggish. Weak. Wasn't getting very good rest due to the constant traumatic nightmares that dominated his every attempt to sleep. Deep black bags had taken hold under his dim blues, and seemed to only be getting worse with each passing day. Despite all the people that surrounded him and cared for him, the boy always seemed so alone.
Null teetered between withering away and recovering. His heart didn't seem to be in anything, and he'd become a nobody. Celeste and her servants had done what they could to support him, but it was beginning to seem like he might be stuck in his debilitated and apathetic condition for the rest of his life...
@LadyRen