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❝ yeah, you're gonna be feeling that for a day or so, probably, ❞ a palm still pink from dried blood applies gentle pressure to ralltiiri's shoulder, muscles shaking slightly with his own exhaustion, ❝ just take it easy for now, okay? ❞ the smile on his face is warm and sincere, if a bit tired looking after their earlier interaction.

interaction: a simple word to describe what had indeed occurred between new acquaintances. a give and take, of sorts.

her eyes dart to the shallow wound in his cheek as he indicates it. it'll scar, she thinks, scrutinizing it intently for a moment more (a well struck blow, she thinks) before she meets his gaze. pienna's mouth is woefully dry when she finally speaks.

" we're.. trained to surprise jedi, " she rasps, her tacky tongue and lips forced to move into sounds she wasn't overly familiar with. " we.. mmm. " she hums, momentarily searching for the word in basic. a foul language for a foul people. " we sense you. you sense us. we do not let you sense us. "

she gestures to herself, then to him, respectively. the picking of her bandages stops, if only for a moment. a crooked, sharp grin marks the occasion.

I think I was just born with something dark and ugly inside of me. Always waiting to be found out.

there’s this “forbidden fruit” kind of energy to the tas sea, too. it’s beautiful, captivating, but also guarantees a painful death. the sea itself is a cunning predator, higher up the food chain than the ralltiiri; but its beauty is unmatched.