#amavitab

STOP THIS

        ❛     while i fully   understand     &&     respect   your decision to stay neutral in this war     ,     my dear duchess     ,     many     ,     unfortunately     ,     do not share the same sentiment     ———     ❜

            she’s been on takodana long enough that it’s starting to feel like a home. for other people it’s a good thing, something to wrap themselves in when the realities of the galaxy grow too dark. for jyn it means that she’s grown complacent and complacency only ever leads to carelessness. she can’t afford to be sloppy; she can’t afford to be found. 

            maz’s isn’t her favourite place and after the first couple weeks on planet she’d learned it was best to avoid it outright, to stick to the quieter, calmer spaces where there were fewer people likely to ask questions. but maz’s is also the best place to go about finding a way off world and her hands are tied: either she can wait around for some poor lost soul to wander in her direction or she can take the risk that might get her out faster. it’s an obvious choice.

            the cantina is as loud as she remembers it and it sets her on edge immediately. eyes follow her through the room as she cuts through to the bar and she can’t help but pull her scarf tighter against her throat (it’s an old habit, an anxious habit she hasn’t been able to break herself of). “whiskey,” she tells the bartender, scanning what she can see of the room. it’s not likely that she’ll drink it, but she can’t sit empty-handed and not look suspicious.

          Truly, it was some sort of miracle she wasn’t dead. The injuries she received were not to be taken lightly, but neither was the Neti. With thin hands that moved with effortless grace, most major bleeding and bruising on the young Mandalorian was subdued. It’d be a lie to say Satine was going to be just fine, she’d still be hurting for quite some time after this, but T'ra was confident to say she’d survive. From what she knew, this particular woman was very good at surviving.

          A little taken back by the sudden consciousness and the matter of the question, it took a moment to reply. Softness filled her features, a gentle smile contradicting the empathetic sorrow that was in ageless olive eyes. With just a few steps, T'ra came to stand next to where Satine lay. Both of her hands came to hold just one of the other woman's, giving a gentle, but comforting squeeze.