Living In Color
Her mind swam with a mix of fear and pain. Mostly pain. The chunk missing from her arm, the blood seeping from the wound. She clung it to her chest, doing her best not to whimper or cry. She was a Jedi. Even though she was just a padawan, she had to be strong, right? Still, the girl sniffled. It hurt. Kai Bamarri started to tend to it at least, pulling her mind from that blur of pain. Right. She was safe. Right?
Confused and dazed, she lifted her gaze towards him, then to Valery Noble . The telepathic voice cut through the static numbness of the pain at least. These people were.. Already dead? "Cruel.." The words were muttered as her gaze fell to the tending of her wound. Soon enough it'd be patched. Still sore, still painful, but no longer bleeding out. Her gaze stayed on the bandages.
".. There is no ignorance, only knowledge." She muttered the line of the code. Iris turned her gaze up towards her master, then to the flailing zombie bound by.. Whatever Kai had wrapped them in. "You said not to assume. .. We need to try and save them. Until we know for sure. .. That's what it means to be Jedi, right?" She wasn't sure what she was saying, but she couldn't ignore what she saw from Kai.
Her gaze fell on him, nodding. "We will try."