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CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES. - accepting

Jaina’s face was set in what could only be described as a pout. Of all the things to have happened... letting something big and heavy fall on top of her because she’d been too focused on their quarry was high on the list of embarrassing things she’d done in her life. What kind of Jedi just forgot to sense their surroundings? “They’re going to think I’m incapable. Might as well be an infant if I come back like this without even the bounty we went out to get.” She couldn’t afford for the clan to think poorly of her, particularly not Mirta’s grandfather. She needed the time to learn from them, from him, if she was going to survive. But limping along wasn’t helping either herself of Mirta, who was playing babysitter now rather than chasing down the credits fast escaping. “At least tell me I got the tracker on him. If not, I might just have to throw myself out of the airlock on the way back and save myself the mortification.”