#nessarhet

jaedah godkiller strides onto his ship looking like hell, hair in disarray, thick black combat boots thundering across the metal, the transporter on his wrist sparking and short-circuiting as he rips it off and tosses it onto the small messroom table. his curses down at himself as he notices a large tear in the end of his long jacket, making quick work to yank it off and chuck it across to the other side of the room-- which is exactly when he notices nessa, making herself at home in his kitchenette. and making a kriffing mess.

“what in the hells are you doing?” he snaps, which he already suspects isn’t going to get him a logical answer, even if she has a logical reason for being there, raiding through his stores other than she’s just hungry. nessa is the type of woman to take what she wants, no holds barred, whether that be life, limb, or someone else’s food. him being a pirate, it’s a mindset he can understand. “whatever you’re eating, make it two.” he goes over to a wall-console and opens a small compartment of first-aid, deciding he’ll probably need some antiseptic on the newly-made cut across his side. it’s not bleeding, but since it comes from a lightsaber, he’s not surprised it hurts like hell. “just tell me you didn’t break a window or something to get in here.”

mara scoffed - - a half glare interrupted by a wince of pain at a sudden sting from her seriously bruised leg. likely broken or sprained at least with the fall she took. ❝ i can get back just fine, ❞ she responded, nudging nessa away and attempting to take a few strides though her balance took a nosedive as her leg nearly gave out. gripping back on to nessa, the assassin sighed in defeat. hesitating, she nodded. ❝ carry me home. ❞ kriff, she hoped that nessa wouldn’t hold it over her head. then again, the banter was a part of whatever sort of relationship they had.