She could (she knew him better than she knew most anyone, and she could read him just as well; she knew the concern was there), and it helped to chase away a little more of the cold, the shaken and out of sorts feeling that had haunted her since regaining consciousness in the bacta tank.
Her fingers drifted over where she’d been shot, before she pulled her hand away (realising what she was doing), and folding her arm across her ribcage. She didn’t know what to do; there were certain things the Order didn’t teach. Not specifically. How to properly recover from nearly dying was one of them. She was trying to accept what she was feeling, accept it and let it go.
But she couldn’t.
“How long was I... submerged in the tank?” How long had she been unconscious? How long since their mission had been completed?
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Date: 2014-04-12 07:50 am (UTC)Her fingers drifted over where she’d been shot, before she pulled her hand away (realising what she was doing), and folding her arm across her ribcage. She didn’t know what to do; there were certain things the Order didn’t teach. Not specifically. How to properly recover from nearly dying was one of them. She was trying to accept what she was feeling, accept it and let it go.
But she couldn’t.
“How long was I... submerged in the tank?” How long had she been unconscious? How long since their mission had been completed?