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[Eyvone Usoara]

There was a lot more to being a Jedi than Eyvone had ever considered. She had not expected to be immersed in training so soon after her arrival on Yavin IV, but perhaps it was for the better. Learning to use the Force, practicing all the different forms of lightsaber combat, and even learning to correctly pilot a ship had really kept her mind off of the events that led her to join the Jedi in the first place. Only at night, when she laid down to sleep, did she have time to think about it. The death of her parents still weighed heavy on her heart, and Eyvone often went without much sleep from the hours she spent sobbing into her pillow in the privacy of her room. Though she reserved the heaviest bit of her grief to her moments alone, it still affected her throughout other parts of her day. She trained half-heartedly, had an edge of sorrow in her words, and didn't put much effort into socializing with the other padawans. It was probably the reason her master had assigned her to run some errands with one of the other padawans today. It was probably intended for her to "make friends.

Eyvone couldn't say she was super excited to spend the next several hours unloading and transporting crates, but she showed up early anyways. 'Thelian.' That was the same of the padawan she was supposed to meet, but when the pale teen arrived it seemed he was not there yet. While she waited, the girl took a seat on the ground by the ship they were going to unload things from and leaned back on her hands. She was sat near the front of a sort-of small cargo ship perched near the edge of the platform. The lowered ramp up into the ship's cargo hold was a few meters around the side, and several hovercarts were nearby for them to eventually load the crates onto. Several meters behind the hovercarts was an entrance into the temple, where Eyvone had just emerged from not long ago. She expected Thelian would too appear from that same direction soon enough.

Her gaze drifted upward to study the clouds, searching for shapes or patterns she might recognize. 'That one looks like bearded jax,' Eyvone thought to herself after spotting a felid-like shape in one of the cumulus clouds above. Though she would do anything to return to the ways things had been, being able to sit outside in fresh air and cloud-gaze was relaxing. 'I just wish they were here to see it, too.' Eyvone averted her gaze from the clouds, suddenly feeling an immense amount of guilt. She glanced towards the temple entrance again, hoping Thelian would arrive soon.

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[Thelian Lsai]

When Thelian Lsai received instructions that he would spending the next couple of hours unloading cargo in the back of the temple, the Echani padawan hadn’t been half as displeased as Eyvone might’ve been. The circumstances of his life meant that he was no stranger to physical labor such as this, and in some ways, he was looking forward to the task. For all the different ways his training under Master Ara-Nur had been complex, there was something strangely comforting about spending his day doing something so tediously simplistic.

The work ahead of him wasn’t particularly interesting, but the decision to pair him with another Padawan was certainly a highlight. Truth be told, Thelian had made few connections with his peers since joining the Order – generally putting more energy into his rigorous training than he ever did socializing with others. Perhaps today would present itself as an opportunity to change that fact.

Close to ten minutes would pass before Eyvone was joined by the other Padawan. Just as she had guessed, Thelian soon appeared from the same temple-entrance she had, a bit of pep in his step as to not arrive late. The Echani had traded his standard Jedi Robes for a tan, sleeveless tunic and loose-fitting trousers, coupled with a pair of earthen-toned boots and a utility belt on his waist. Sauntering to stand a few feet away, silvery eyes shifted from the cargo to the Nagai Padawan he was meant to meet, greeting the woman a faint smile.

“You must be Eyvone.”

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[Eyvone Usoara]

Ten minutes passed between when Eyvone first arrived and when Thelian sauntered through the entrance. During that time, she had slid her arms out and let her back fall to meet the ground beneath it. The Nagai girl laid like that until Thelian arrived, staring with an unfocused gaze at the fluffy clouds in the skies above. Only when she heard his shoes against the concrete did she sit up.

At the sound of his voice, her eyes drifted toward and studied him for a moment. Like herself, his skin was chalk-white, but unlike herself, his hair was nearly as white as his skin. Her sage green eyes stayed trained on him as he came closer, and as he did, her head tilted backwards so she could more easily maintain eye contact. He seemed to be in pretty good physical shape; her gaze lingered just a moment longer.

"And you must be Thelian," she would reply in turn. Her voice was melodic in the subtle way the Nagai tended to speak. Eyvone rose to her feet and returned the smile. "I'm Eyvone, yes."

Similar to Thelian, Eyvone wore loose pants, a tank top, and shoes suitable to the work they'd be doing. She turned and began to walk closer to the ship. "We're supposed to take these to the kitchens," she added after a moment. There weren't a ton of crates, but they were quite large in size. The hovercarts would be useful.

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[Thelian Lsai]

“In the flesh,” Thelian quipped when Eyvone mentioned his name back at him, the smile on his face widening into a brief toothy display. He only caught a brief glimpse of her staring up towards the fluffy clouds when he arrived onto the scene, silvery eyes flicking upward to gaze at the sky for only a moment before settling back onto the Nagai woman herself.

As she rose to her feet, Thelian regarded the woman in front of him - silently comparing their physical similarities before moving on to the way she had dressed. His gaze lingering for a moment before he gave her an affirmative nod, as if approving what he saw. At the very least, she had dressed appropriately for the job ahead. “Good to meet you, Eyvone.” He nodded, only then turning back to look towards the cargo.

The hovercarts would prove invaluable in moving the crates to the kitchens, though they would still need to work together to load and maneuver them. What’s more, a quick glance at the sheer volume of crates within the cargo-hold would reveal the task would still take them hours at best to complete. They had a full day ahead of them.

“Doesn’t look too hard.” He teased. Without any more delay, Thelian walked with her towards the ship and approached one of the hovercarts, moving it into place so they could begin loading the crates. “How long have you been with the order?” He spoke conversationally, glancing up at her in-between lifting the cargo.

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[Eyvone Usoara]

"Yeah, you too." Eyvone was a bit wary of Thelian, and it was probably apparent to some degree or another. She really hadn't spoken with anyone since arriving at the Temple, preferring to keep herself closed away from everyone else. It hurt her to think about getting close to and meeting others when all she'd known of friendship her whole life was her parents. It was hurting her, too, to hide herself away. Even though this had not been of her own doing, she was secretly a bit grateful of her master that she was being put into a situation where she'd need to chat with another padawan.

Crouching down, Eyvone gripped either side of one of the crates and struggled to lift it up. Her legs strained under its weight as she caught the weight by taking a step back to support herself. "Y-yeah, not too bad," she replied through gritted teeth. Carefully she turned around and set it down on one of the hovercarts. Just as the box hit the surface, he asked her how long she'd been in the Order.

"Oh, um," Eyvone began to reply as she turned to find another crate to lift. "A few weeks maybe." Maybe it was closer to a month now? The days seemed to blend together.

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[Thelian Lsai]

While the friendly expression never quite faded from his lips, Thelian clearly picked up on the wariness from the fellow Padawan. Her recent induction to the order likely had something to do with her hesitation, though the Echani didn’t seem to take it personally. He had behaved much the same not so long ago.

“It’s been over a year, for me. From the streets of Coruscant to Yavin.” He didn’t go into any details about his past, but divulged enough to at least be conversational.

With the hovercart in place, Thelian turned towards once of the crates just as Eyvone had. The Echani wrapped his arms around the durasteel box, bending at the knees and lifting the cargo into his arms with a grunt. He turned and took a few steps back towards the hovercart, placing the box down with a light thud. He took a few moments to glance at the Aurabesh writing along the front, squinting for a few moments before turning away.

It was at this point his eyes drifted to look at Eyvone, taking note of her gritted teeth and the way she struggled to lift the cargo. While Thelian was by no means the strongest padawan around, he was clearly having an easier time of it than she was.

When the Nagai turned to lift another crate, the Echani quickly crossed the distance between them until he was standing beside her. Crouching down once again, Thelian gripped the crate from the opposite side of where Evyone was standing, this time lifting the cargo together, rather than struggling on their own. He didn’t say anything about the change of strategy, merely nodding toward her before continuing on.

A few seconds of silence passed before he spoke again. “And before the order?”

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[Eyvone Usoara]

'Over a year...' So he was new too, kind of. Compared to her though, he was probably much more situated. '...and from Coruscant?' Eyvone had been to Coruscant a few times, but she'd certainly not grown up there. She hadn't even been born on a planet; the sheer amount of population on the Core world was overwhelming at times. Even Yavin IV, though certainly not highly populated, was way more than what she was used to. The Nagai padawan had taken to eating her lunches and dinners in her room too, as she was too uncomfortable in the cafeterias.

Eyvone turned to grab another crate and prepared to struggle with the weight of it, but to her quiet surprise Thelian crossed over to help her lift it. With the weight distributed between them, it was a lot easier for her to move it over towards the hovercart.

A few more seconds of silence would pass before Eyvone answered Thelian's question, though. A look of pain would flash onto her features. It settled into somber expression, and before she answered, Eyvone debated internally how much she wanted to share about the situation. She wanted to talk about it. There was nothing she wanted more than to just drop all her troubles and heartache out. Crix and her would talk about it sometimes, but more than anything he seemed to want to help her by distracting her from it. No matter what she wanted to do though, she was aware that dumping her troubles onto others wasn't a kind thing to do. So she wouldn't, but he asked, so she would be honest.

"My master found me in a sort of Force-induced catatonic state a few weeks ago," she began as they lowered the crate onto the hovercart. "I used to live with my parents on our ship. They were k-" She took a shaky breath. "They were killed by Rangers, and I got stranded in dead space... I'm lucky my master found me, to say the least."

Eyvone turned to find another crate, avoiding direct eye contact with Thelian. "He offered me two choices: he would either drop me off somewhere with a ship and supplies so that I could set out on my own, or I could join him here and train to become a Jedi." The Nagai padawan squatted down, slid her fingers under the bottom of another crate, and hopefully with Thelian's continued help, would lift it. "I- well, obviously I chose the latter."

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[Thelian Lsai]

The decision to help Eyvone with the crate was one that Thelian did instinctively, not really putting much thought behind it. While he could have continued on with his own cargo, a part of the Echani didn’t like seeing the woman struggle and instinctively felt a compulsion to help. The whole point of this exercise was for them to work together, after all.

Thelian couldn’t help but feel a bit of guilt when he saw the pain flash across the woman’s features. It was clear that her past was something that caused her a great deal of pain, and the Echani immediately scolded himself internally for prying for information. He nearly opened his mouth to dismiss the question, to tell her that she didn't have to answer, though he was cut off when Eyvone began to speak.

While she spoke, he listened carefully to what was being said. The crate was loaded onto the hovercart, and Thelian leaned his weight against it instead of moving onto the next one – his attention fixated upon the woman and her story.

While he was clearly interested, her words came as something of a surprise to the Echani – something that manifested clearly on his expression. He immediately felt sympathy for the loss that she had experienced, and yet the circumstances – the fact that the Rangers had been responsible – was something that puzzled him greatly, as if unable to believe what he was hearing.

His own experiences with the Rangers had been nothing but positive. It was their anti-slavery sting had given the boy his opportunity to escape a life of slavery in the Outer Rim, and had indirectly put him on the path towards the Jedi Order as he was now. In many ways, Thelian owned everything to those Rangers, and he couldn’t understand how they could be responsible for the deaths of this woman’s parents. Surely, there was a reason. There had to be more to the story that was being left out.

“Why?” Thelian blurted out before he could stop himself, the words seeming to spill from his lips before he could think about what he was saying.

The moment he asked the question, he regretted it. Only then did it dawn on the boy just how insensitive his question was, once more prying for information on a subject that clearly pained the Nagai woman. Guilt immediately washed over the Echani, twisting knots in his stomach and clearly playing out over his features. Silvery eyes fell down to his shoes, staring at a particularly interesting spot on the ground.

“Erhm.” He cleared his throat a few times. “You don’t.. Actually have to answer that.” The Echani suddenly looked up again, briefly glancing at his fellow Padawan before turning to the crate again. He finally made his way over to it, helping her to lift the cargo a second time. "Sorry for your loss.." He muttered.

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[Eyvone Usoara]

His surprise didn't surprise her. Even Crix had seemed a bit so when she told him how and why her parents had died. It led to the uncomfortable revelation that his mother was a Ranger which was something Eyvone just had to accept. She really just needed to accept everything about this whole situation, but grief was hard to deal with. Never in her life had she dealt with anything even close to what she felt day to day now. Over and over, she had been told the best thing to do was to accept the reality of things and move on. 'There is no emotion, there is peace.' That was the first line of the Jedi code. She was a Jedi now; she needed to follow it, didn't she?

"Why?" Eyvone repeated the question, her voice a mixture of confusion and the same somberness she had explained her situation with. 'Why?' She knew why, but she didn't really want to say. Thelian immediately appeared to regret his question though. She could see it in the way his face tensed with the look of guilt, and soon after, his quick assurance that she didn't have to answer. For every bit as much as she didn't want to answer, she wanted to answer just the same. Plus, she didn't want him to feel bad for doing so.

"No, it's okay," reassured the Nagai padawan. Her fingers tensed as she began to lift the next crate, straightened her legs until the crate was hefted up in the air. Eyvone caught her breath first--this crate in particular was a bit heavy--then began her explanation.

"My parents were- well, they weren't necessarily good people, I guess. They were refugees, and they were poor. When my mother was pregnant with me, they knew they needed to find work somewhere."

Her words came slow at first, then sped up to a conversational speed. The story was paused while they set the crate down on the hovercart. Instead of returning to the ship to grab another crate, Eyvone rested against her side of the box and looked vaguely in Thelian's direction. She let out a short sigh, then continued.

"They got involved in drug trafficking. We were constantly on the move when I was growing up, too. I have countless memories of hiding in my room just in case something went wrong. And, well... eventually, something did go wrong. They were ratted out, and the Rangers showed. I- they-" The girl paused to debate her next words. That pained look returned to her face, darker this time. "I've always hated what they did for work. I hate the smell of spice, and I hate what it does to people. I wish they didn't have to sell it so that I could go to school... but they were my parents." 'And I miss them.' Eyvone choked up. Her eyes wet and she quickly looked away from the Echani padawan, but she did not cry. A few moments later, she shook her head and ran her hand through her hair before finishing and moving on.

"That's- that's why." Eyvone pulled away from the crate and, suddenly feeling incredibly embarrassed having shared that, kept her face hidden as red flushed to her cheeks. "I- uh-" 'Shit.' It felt like a bit of a weight off her chest to say it out loud, but now she worried about what Thelian would think of her. She had quite literally said maybe five words to anyone here other than Crix until now.

"S-sorry, maybe that was a bit much."

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[Thelian Lsai]

In that moment, Thelian fully expected the Nagai girl to blow him off. The moment his question passed from his lips, the boy knew that he had crossed a line – digging into the fellow Padawan’s past and dredging up questions that clearly caused her discomfort. Instinctively, the Echani braced himself for the girl to bluntly tell him off, or to abruptly change the subject and refuse to answer.

Why? Because that is exactly what he would’ve done in this situation. Thelian’s own past was no fairytale, and it wasn’t something he enjoyed telling people about. The boy had no qualms about dismissing those to dug too deeply, and he expected the same icy response in return.

Instead, Thelian couldn’t help but stare as Eyvone explained her entire situation – silver eyes remaining solely fixated on her even as they moved the latest crate onto the hovercart. When they finally completed that task, the Echani stood up straight and crossed his arms over his chest, listening intently as she spoke.

The more he listened, Thelian’s expression gradually began to change. He didn’t say anything, but Eyvone would clearly be able to see the subtle shifts in his face – the way his jaw seemed to tighten and his smile dropped into into frigid deadpan. “They were spice dealers?” He spoke almost through gritted teeth.

“Then no. They weren’t good people.” He muttered, his tone frigid. Despite the iciness of each word, there was an unmistakable pain there. The pain of someone who had personally seen the worse aspects of that illicit trade. Thelian didn’t need to elaborate for the girl to immediately know that there was something more there.

Thelian was silent for a while after that, silver eyes fixating onto the Nagai. He clearly noted the wetness that had formed in her eyes, and the way she suddenly turned away from him. The Echani wanted to be nothing more than frigid - to the girl and to her parents. And yet as moments passed, Thelian couldn’t help but feel the strong pangs of sympathy for the girl in front of him.

Because he knew all too well what she was going through.

“It wasn’t too much.” He replied flatly, tapping his knuckles against one of the crates for a few seconds. Gradually, the Echani took a few steps forward – moving to stand in front of the girl, though he didn’t reach out to her.

“I’m… Sorry for your loss, and everything you've been through.” He muttered softly, finally turning his focus back to Eyvone. “Losing a parent.. I get it.” The Echani wasn’t used to providing comfort to others, but he was trying. Which, in of itself, spoke volumes whether she realized it or not.

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[Eyvone Usoara]

Eyvone wasn't sure what she expected his response to be. If he would've stayed quiet or made an awkward and rushed excuse to leave, she would not have been surprised. Instead she her the soft steps of him moving toward her, and the soft muttering of his condolences. From his previous words--cold, tense and muffled--she had not expected an apology. There was pain in his voice just like there was pain in hers.

Thelian continued and added a few words that were maybe meant to comfort her, but only brought an anxious tightness to her chest. 'He gets it?' Guilt seeped through her pores as the implications of those words settled in her mind. 'He's lost a parent before.'

She turned to meet his gaze as the redness slipped from her skin, and Thelian would see the pink hues fade back to her usual ghostly complexion as her wide green eyes stared back at him. She was biting her tongue--metaphorically, not physically--as she tried not to ask him about his own parents. 'He is only a stranger,' Eyvone reprimanded of herself. 'He owes you no explanation.'

The concern in her eyes might have already betrayed her curiosity, but she did not speak of it. Instead they broke contact and traveled to the ship where only a couple more of the crates remained. Her arms were tired, but there were only a few more to go. 'Then what?' Anxiety gripped her chest again at the thought that they would take the carts to the kitchens and then never speak again. She had been here for too long without someone she felt comfortable talking to. Eyvone doubted she could call him a friends. Friendship was more than revealing something personal. 'Friendship is...mom and dad.' The way they interacted. She missed that; she'd always wanted that. It was something she'd never experienced outside of them.

"Its- I- thank you."

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[Thelian Lsai]

Unsurprisingly, there were no additional words of comfort from the Echani, going silent after hinting at his shared experiences with losing a parent. Instead, Thelian simply stood in place, gradually shifting to stuffing his hands into his pants pockets while silver eyes gazing down at her. The Echani very clearly noted the concern and curiosity in the woman’s eyes, posing a question that never was vocalized. Eyvone didn’t need to say anything for Thelian to know what it was that she wanted to ask.

Thelian wasn’t quick to answer her question, instead giving the Nagai a simply nod when she spoke again. “Yeah don’t mention it..” He said replied flatly. With that, the Echani turned his attention back to the crates inside the freighter. There were only a few left to unlock before pushing the cart to the kitchen.

Without another word, the Echani strode back up the ramp, moving into position to lift the crate. Even if Eyvone didn’t move to assist him, Thelian squatted down and lifted the cargo into his arms – hauling it back down to the waiting hovercart. A few more minutes would pass, largely silent as they worked to move the last remaining crates.

Thelian placed the last box onto the cart, dusting his hands off on his tunic before turning back to Eyvone, silver eyes fixating onto her briefly. “We were separated by the Hutt Clans.” He said simply, finally opting to answer her question from earlier. With that, the Echani turned back to the hovercart, punching a command into the control panel. Within moments, the repulsors on the bottom of the cart activated, lifting it off the ground a few inches.

From there, it was as simply as pushing the cart the kitchens.

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[Eyvone Usoara]

When Thelian went to return to moving crates, Eyvone stayed put for a few moments to gather herself then followed after him. Though they moved in silence, Eyvone's mind was running a marathon of thoughts. They varied in their subject; she scolded herself for dumping her problems on him and she wondered and worried about what he had gone through to entail losing a parent. At one point she even found herself watching his arms as they moved the boxes together, running her gaze over his tensed, muscular arms.

She took one of the two last boxes on her own, as they were smaller than the rest. It might have been smaller but it was certainly not any less heavy, and Eyvone struggled. Thelian had an easy enough time it seemed, as by the time she was halfway to the cart he had already set down his own box and activated the cart's repulsors. He said something too, something Eyvone didn't catch straight away.

'What did he say?' The Nagai replayed the sentence in her head and picked apart the sounds until she deciphered the words. 'His family was separated by the Hutt Clans?!'

The Nagai took another step forward, but it was quite not forward enough and when she went to move she felt her balance shift off-center. The weight of the box pushed back on her and the Nagai began to feel herself fall backward. In a last-ditch effort to save herself, Eyvone slid her foot back, but it did little to nothing to stop her from falling.

So back she fell. It was fortunate that there were only four to five feet between her back and the ground, but that did little to cushion the blow of the crate falling on top of her. An edge pushed itself into her stomach, promptly knocking the air out of her and certainly doing some damage, then rolled off to the side. She couldn't breathe for several moments and panic began to set in, but once she was able to bring air into her lungs she groaned and tried to sit up. The crate had not busted--thanks to Eyvone the unwilling cushion--and was fine, but her body screamed when she tried to rise. With every breath came pain.

'This is so embarrassing, fuck.' There was no way Thelian had not witnessed her fall. Maybe he didn't see it, but he would've certainly heard her squeak of surprise right before the thump of her and the crate hitting the floor. The Nagai tried to sit up again, pushing through the pain. Red flushed her face, not from embarrassment, but from pain. She took another breath, and again, pain.

"Ow, I-" The padawan struggled for words as her hand searched for the nearby crate to pull herself towards. Her other arm remained curled around her abdomen, keeping her ribcage from moving too much. "Just gimme a second, I'm sorry.'

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[Thelian Lsai]

was quiet for a long while after he spoke, focusing his attention back onto the hovercart which was nearly loaded by now. His past was not something he talked about often, and there was an undeniable pain that briefly manifested on his pale features when the words passed his lips. The fact that Eyvone willingly divulged details was perhaps the sole reason Thelian had done so, and the Echani quickly moved on after that fact.

He punched a few commands into the control panel until the hovercart was, in fact, hovering. It wouldn’t take any strength at all to steer it into the kitchens, though the pair would still have the task of unloading the produce-filled boxes once they got there.

With only one crate left to go, Thelian glanced back over his shoulder to see what progress Eyvone had made. Of course, this was right as the girl fell backwards and was damn-near crushed beneath the weight of the box – eliciting a series of pained noises from the Nagai. Thelian couldn’t help but wince ever-so-slightly, watching as the girl struggled to sit up.

After a few moments Thelian finally pushed off from where he was standing, hands tucked into his pockets as he came to loom over the Nagai. “You good?” He said finally, blinking a few times as he stared down at the Nagai girl – attempting to gauge just how injured she was. After a solid minute passed - making it clear that Eyvone wasn’t going to pop back up onto her feet anytime soon, Thelian exhaled softly through his nostrils.

First and foremost, Thelian turned his attention to the crate that had been dropped – bending at the knees to pick up the fallen cargo and haul it back to the hovercart, stacking it with the other. Once it was safely placed back down, the Echani turned back and walked towards Eyvone.

Without another word, the Thelian bent down – hooked both arms around the Nagai and hoisting her up off the ground. The Echani was muscular himself, and the fact that Eyvone weighed next to nothing made picking her up not much of an issue. There was an entirely blank expression on his face the entire time, silver eyes fixed ahead.

“You ain’t picking up shit anytime soon.” He muttered dryly, jutting his chin towards the temple entrance. The Echani had no desire to wait around for Eyvone to recover, nor watch her crawl around on the ground. “I’ll take you to the infirmary and unload the rest.” With that, he started walking forward.

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[Eyvone Usoara]

As Thelian slipped his hands under her to lift her up, Eyvone breathed in sharply through gritted teeth as pain shot through her abdomen again. She bit her tongue to try to keep herself from saying ow again, just to spare herself the embarrassment.

'How in the world did I manage to drop a fucking box on myself?' If it wouldn't have hurt, Eyvone might've facepalmed. 'It's like I rolled a natural one in Snarlaccs and Spaceships! He probably thinks I'm such a mess.'

Well, considering what she'd told him about earlier, maybe that wasn't such a stretch.

"Th-thanks.. sorry," was about all Eyvone could muster. Breathing too deeply hurt, so talking hurt as well.

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[Thelian Lsai]

Thelian really didn’t have much to say. As soon as he hoisted Eyvone into his arms, the Echani wasted no time in exiting the cargo bay of the temple – casually striding through the corridors that led towards the infirmary. The Nagai was light enough that hauling her around wasn’t particularly taxing, barely seeming to break a sweat. He knew that Eyvone was going to be of no help at this point, and would need to unload the crates in the kitchens on his own.

For the moment, though, he didn’t linger on the task that would be waiting for him – silver eyes fixated straight ahead.

If Thelian thought the Nagai girl was a disaster, he certainly kept did a good job of keeping it to himself – alongside any other opinions he had about her. His face never quite shifted from that dispassionate, deadpan expression – deathly silent the entire way.

The Echani clearly noted the way that Eyvone winced with every shift and movement, seeming as if ever intake of air elicited pain. He pointedly didn’t say anything, though his pace began to pick up ever-so-slightly. “You don’t need to keep apologizing.” He muttered dryly, just as he rounded the corner.

A few moments more, and Thelian finally crossed the threshold of the infirmary – stepping into the sterile, white interior that was occupied by patients and medical staff alike. It was still early in the morning, and most of the beds weren’t occupied – leading the Echani to make a beeline for the one closest to them.

“She got fucked up moving boxes. Probably broke a rib.” He called out to one of the medical droids, just as the Echani set her down on the empty mattress. With that, Thelian gave Eyvone a nod and turned on a heel, starting to make his way out of the infirmary just like that.

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