“I understand,” Sevrin stated, “I just come from a very modest and proper background. Therefore I still grapple with removing articles of clothing...sometimes to an unreasonable degree,” He took the time to explain, having sensed her being taken aback. He wanted to make it clear it was simply his own strange attitude and she hadn’t done anything wrong. Sevrin didn’t offer a smile, but his usually icy gaze softened as he looked at her to reassure her.
He finally glanced down at how she had patched him up, finding himself genuinely impressed, “You’ve had to do this many times before..” He observed as he flexed and moved his arm, surprised at how much support and comfort there was. There was still a lot of pain, but he had far more mobility than he had been expecting.
Sevrin rose to his feet, once again towering over her, “Thank you, again. It feels much better than what I would have accomplished,” He stated as he looked at the wound. He put his sleeve back on and finished dressing himself before they kept moving.
“How are your knuckles?” He asked, wondering if they had actually been damaged. They had been focused on his injuries and he hadn’t even had the chance to assess hers. Being a Jedi was a constant occupational hazard.
They were back on the path that led towards the hermit according to his notes. A few times throughout the trek Sevrin’s keen eyes spotted rope traps here and there. He also tested the ground for where the earth was soft and intended to send the victims down into a pit. Whoever had put all this together had been trying their best to keep people out.
After a bit more walking, Sevrin could spot what appeared to be a hut in the distance. His eyes widened and it was the first time there was some semblance of visible excitement on his face, “I believe that may be our destination,” He stated as he thought about the best approach. Sevrin cast her a side glance.
“Any interest in trying out your charms on him?” Amusement glinted in his eyes.
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