⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ▰▰▰ 𝖄𝖮𝖴 𝖩𝖴𝖲𝖳 𝚆̲𝙰̲𝙻̲𝙺̲ ̲𝙸̲𝙽͢ 𝖫𝖨𝖪𝖤 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝓑𝙀𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙂. ༉‧₊ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

"Rest assured, when darkness falls, the Dawn always comes." --- Reine Corlis --- Negotiator. Industrialist. Socialite. Hidden Traitor to the Empire. Sworn Ally of Crimson Dawn. ~*Star Wars OC RPG Account*~

I can ... suss him out?

I can't make any promises.

.... ... .. Yes. I'll try.

~~ 𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗜𝗥𝗘’𝗦 𝗠𝗢𝗦𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗗.

𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝚂𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁

( Sitting on the floor, polishing up one of her knives. )

~~

A brow is lifted, glancing over -- silent, but clearly questioning.

Well, the silence is nice. And his company is soothing, too -- though she would never admit it so easily. She returns to mending one of Cal's ponchos.

" Really? I thought it was from another one of Cal's escapades. " As careful as Cal could be, he also attracted trouble -- way too much trouble. " What happened? "

" You are running around dealing with rancors in Cal's ... nice ponchos? " Her voice trails as she studies the poncho. They were never her favorite -- and even with her soft spot for the Jedi who wore them. " You should be more careful. "

" And how did this happen? " She points to the tear, a brow lifted.

" Ah. " Quiet, before a small chuckle. " After the rancors? "

" You don't remember when you fell? "

" You are just like Cal. "