[ He's unsure even as he follows her into the dark, the relative warmth of night-time feeling almost chilly in comparison to the crushing heat of day. He watches her walk in silence, eyes on the sway of her shoulders and the shifting montrals. Words dance right on the tip of his tongue, but he can tell she's looking for something—someone?
The only thing keeping him from reading this completely wrong is the thought of Nyma still rattling around in his brain. ]
You know, if you wanted to get me alone— [ She, thankfully, cuts him off before he can finish that thought, and his jaw is frozen for a moment before he frowns, confused. ] Uh, wait. Why? [ More emphatically: ] Ahsoka, you saved my life.
[ Or at least, she tried to, and in his mind that's more than enough. ]
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The only thing keeping him from reading this completely wrong is the thought of Nyma still rattling around in his brain. ]
You know, if you wanted to get me alone— [ She, thankfully, cuts him off before he can finish that thought, and his jaw is frozen for a moment before he frowns, confused. ] Uh, wait. Why? [ More emphatically: ] Ahsoka, you saved my life.
[ Or at least, she tried to, and in his mind that's more than enough. ]