ㅤ ㅤ standing in the corner with full armor, her spear in the ground and her shield at her feet. ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ a boot gently kicking at the shield, eyes shifting their gaze over to starkiller as he made an approach ; now smiling once he's closer. `` 𝑴𝒆'𝒗𝒂𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒊 𝒈𝒂𝒓, 𝒄𝒚𝒂𝒓𝒆? `` she's going to see if he knows mando'a ... or not. ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ a chuckle would escape the woman as she reached over to gently pat his head, maybe she'll teach him the language some day. `` ... how are you? `` in basic now, her smile only becomes more gentle beneath the helmet. ㅤ ㅤ

|| perhaps a sith empire experiment gone wrong? 👀👀

|| im gonna do it, im gonna make a sith empire oc using this depressed boi

|| 👀

ㅤ ㅤ soft humming, she's back. ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ arms are already open for him, a smile stretching along her face. ㅤ ㅤ

|| im simping for valkyrie now, she is my wife

|| valkyrie ur my cutie

ㅤ ㅤ both arms having now wrapped around him, a tight embrace to ensure that he doesn't fall ; oh, she missed him as well --- probably more than he knows. `` ... oh, really? `` ㅤ ㅤ

lifts starkiller.

guess who's back.

LIFTS HIM UP.

ㅤ ㅤ that brings a chuckle out of the woman, someone's obviously missed her ; she missed him too. `` hello, 𝒄𝐲𝐚𝐫'𝐢𝐤𝐚. `` ㅤ ㅤ

come here.