lumi's whole week forecast has been gloomy 😭

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Star Wars Fictober Challenge, day 6 - prompt: friend

Can be read as a continuation of day 3.

Space was cold. Luminara tried to curl up more in her chair in the corner of the Ghost’s lounge, looking on as the others milled about. Hera convinced her to come out and spend some time in the same room as the crew, and so far she didn’t regret it. They were all careful around her, mindful of her personal space and avoided any sudden movement. An almost-forgotten streak of pride protested inside her mind, but she could acknowledge that she needed their thoughtfulness.

A quiet cough from the door averted her attention. Ahsoka stood there with a blanket in her hand which she questioningly lifted in a clear offering, and when she nodded she extended it to her, waiting until she grabbed it. The method had been in practice since she freaked out over Ezra handing her a spoon, and so far proved to be successful. (She wasn’t looking forward the time she needed to confront this particular problem.)

She gratefully wrapped the blanket around herself and looked around once more. Hera and Kanan were in the opposite corner of the room discussing something over what looked like flight patterns, Ezra and Zeb were teasing Chopper (she knew how that one was going to end) and Sabine took hold of the bigger part of the table, painting something. It was domestic, it was nice, it was... weirdly normal. She watched Ahsoka making her way to Kanan and Hera and leaned her head on the back of the chair. Maybe she should try to sleep like this - it seemed easier than at night, alone in her bed, even if she knew Ahsoka was there, only separated by a folding screen.

She almost drifted off when Sabine straightened up, stretching her arms and smiled at her, lifting the completed picture from the table and holding it in her direction.

“Do you like it?”

She squinted at the painting. It was a portrait of her - thin, battered, her skin marred by scars, but it had something she never saw in mirrors anymore.

“So?”, tilted her head Sabine.

“Yes”, she said quickly, clearing her throat. “Yes, thank you.”

“You can have it.”

X: Accepting

My muse(s):

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other