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milliways_bar2020-10-30 04:38 pm
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Hera has healed up enough that she can walk – sort of. LN-14 had fashioned a brace for her that lets her put weight on her left leg, with durasteel hooks that wrapped tightly up from her ankle to her thigh along a slender metal plate that runs up her leg and is lined with small lights that pulse deep blue. She wears the brace over her usual jumpsuit, most of her remaining bandages removed, aside from those that peek out of her cap along the base of her lekku.
Kanan hovers close to her, maybe more than he means to. Even with the brace, the uneven strength of her legs makes walking tricky, and Hera starts and stumbles a bit. He doesn't reach out to touch her when she does, but he can't help but stay close enough that he'd be able to reach her if he wanted to.
They're not speaking as Hera opens the door to the bar – her eyes are on the datapad in her hand, but she's not so absorbed in it that she doesn't notice the change of scenery. She stops, listens to Kanan quickly stopping behind her, and surveys the barroom, thinking about navigating the tangle of tables she'd have to pass through to reach the bar.
"I'm going to a booth," she says, instead. "Mind getting some caf?"
It's obvious Kanan doesn't want to leave Hera to walk to a booth alone, but he knows better than to argue it. Instead he just rushes forward, while Hera takes her time reaching one of the booths close by, staying close to the wall, as really, Kanan's not going to get any better about this if she does fall.
When Kanan does meet her at her chosen booth, it's with two mugs of caf, and a cake.
"Uh, Kanan," Hera starts, "I –"
But Kanan shakes his head, and hands her the note that came with it. Hera's frown melts, "Oh, that's very sweet..."
Her eyes move from the note back to the cake. "... um, could you eat the frosting?"
As it turns out, Kanan is very ready for this task.
Kanan hovers close to her, maybe more than he means to. Even with the brace, the uneven strength of her legs makes walking tricky, and Hera starts and stumbles a bit. He doesn't reach out to touch her when she does, but he can't help but stay close enough that he'd be able to reach her if he wanted to.
They're not speaking as Hera opens the door to the bar – her eyes are on the datapad in her hand, but she's not so absorbed in it that she doesn't notice the change of scenery. She stops, listens to Kanan quickly stopping behind her, and surveys the barroom, thinking about navigating the tangle of tables she'd have to pass through to reach the bar.
"I'm going to a booth," she says, instead. "Mind getting some caf?"
It's obvious Kanan doesn't want to leave Hera to walk to a booth alone, but he knows better than to argue it. Instead he just rushes forward, while Hera takes her time reaching one of the booths close by, staying close to the wall, as really, Kanan's not going to get any better about this if she does fall.
When Kanan does meet her at her chosen booth, it's with two mugs of caf, and a cake.
"Uh, Kanan," Hera starts, "I –"
But Kanan shakes his head, and hands her the note that came with it. Hera's frown melts, "Oh, that's very sweet..."
Her eyes move from the note back to the cake. "... um, could you eat the frosting?"
As it turns out, Kanan is very ready for this task.
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Still.
"Nice kid, that one. How's the cake for you?"
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That is, slightly less sweet than it could have been. "Some nuts and whiptree syrup and it would be like uj'alayi."
Well. Maybe a Twi'lek's version of uj'alayi.
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"You and I remember that cake very differently."
Which is probably for the best, really.