Private A Place of Healing [Kyra vs Celeste]

[Celeste Rigel]

Even with her eyes closed, Celeste could sense when Kyra drifted off. Good, the healer thought to herself. The girl was utterly exhausted, she desperately needed the rest. And it was a relief to feel the girl's own aura settle into stillness, into calm. She sat calmly, listening to the waves in the background, and let the healing energy continue to flow.

After softly exhaling, she let her presence extend to Coren Starchaser .

Her aura would brush against his, waking him from sleep. And with the aid of the bond they shared, she spoke gently into his mind. “Coren, Kyra is here with me.”

While she would have liked to let him sleep, she knew he would want to be there – and he'd know where to find them.

Kyra Perl

 

[Coren Starchaser]

This was one of those things he was sort of worried about. Celeste and Kyra meeting and interacting a bit. He knew that there probably wasn’t anything to worry on, but that was only a probably. He knew that Joza was Kyra’s mother and he wasn’t going to try to influence the girl away from that. The Jedi was not too far away, working at the small docks the Temple had, working on some of the skimmers, the ones that were wind powered, over the ones that were engine powered, when he felt the call from Celeste.

It was funny how easily the Force flowed between people, especially ones this close, no blood relation, but their devotion to one another being reflected in the Force itself. He nodded as he put some of the tools away, it was getting late anyhow. Looking to one of the Knights, a Mon Calamari, and he thought the other was one of the Blue Coral Divers, he nodded.

“Can finish up if you want, or we can pick it up tomorrow. I’m needed.” They both gave him a nod as he stepped away, the lights calm and low, not anything too harsh so as to disturb the sea life. Stepping forward, he mounted his swoop

Was up. Can’t sleep. On the way.

He smiled. Was this going to go well? He sure hoped.

Celeste Rigel
Kyra Perl

 

[Kyra Perl]

 

[Celeste Rigel]

Celeste was only mildly surprised to learn that Coren was already awake – and unable to sleep. Though, the temptation to immediately start grumbling at him was there, she resisted in favor of remaining tranquil, for Kyra's benefit. However, her husband had a lecture coming to him later about the benefits of rest – especially after what he'd just been through.

But at least his daughter was sleeping now.

She glanced down at Kyra in the dim light, she looked rather peaceful. A stark contrast to their first healing session together at Silver Rest. Just like that session, Celeste did what she could to dull the pain and boost the amount of healing to make the session as productive as she could.

The healer glanced towards the door in anticipation of Coren's entrance.

Coren Starchaser , Kyra Perl

 

[Coren Starchaser]

He had made sure the girls were asleep before he left, and in the care of the nanny droid for anything that may come up until he or Celeste were to return. He doubted anything would, but one could never be too certain. The Jedi Master rarely rested, finding himself on the go constantly. Since his marriage to Celeste though, he was much more relaxed. He wasn’t off crusading any longer, unless people needed his assistance.

As he walked in, he was moving quietly, understanding that Kyra was asleep, he wouldn’t want to wake her. She wasn’t Celeste’s but he knew how his wife would act. She was going to be assisting Kyra however she could. Offering a wide smile to his wife, he nodded as he stepped in slowly.

“How are you? How did it go with you two?” He said, in low hushed tones.

Celeste Rigel
Kyra Perl

 

[Celeste Rigel]

Celeste matched Coren's smile as he stepped quietly into the room. Just seeing him put her at ease; everything would be fine now that he was here.

“I'm fine. Things... went surprising okay.”

Though, there was obvious relief in her tone, there was concern, too. Reaching up for Coren's hand, she gently drew him down onto the cushion next to her. Glancing down at the sleeping girl, Celeste gave Kyra's hair one more gentle stroke before settling her hand in her lap. She was out for the count.

“I was surprised that she came to me, honestly,” she said in a hushed tone. “But I'm glad she did; she needs rest – especially now.” Celeste glanced sidelong at Coren. “And she needs your presence. in order to get through this.”

Coren Starchaser , Kyra Perl

Spoiler

Time skip coming up in Kyra's post

 

[Kyra Perl]

Weeks later.

Caedyn had not returned to Kyra. Her master had gotten caught up in the depths of a personal vendetta against the Sith Lord that killed his father, and had remained blind to the events that had surrounded his charge. She did not handle it well.

The news of her actions shocked many, her older sister the one to find her drunk and unconscious on the floor of her room, her arm severed by the saber by her side. Kyra was never known to be a rational girl-- she felt deeply and often got lost to the sway of pain. Still, when asked why she had taken to cutting her own arm off, she had no answer.

As self inflicted as the injury was, there was no doubting that her recovery time for her loss of limb had been significantly shorter than the questionable future of her crushed limb. She showed no remorse. Now discharged from rehabilitation and fitted with a cybernetic built by Yula and Coren's hands, Kyra walked halls of Kattada whole again.

Physically, at least. She was still short a sister.

Life shifted for her now, her focus no longer on pain and healing. She had a goal. She had mission.

Now to just be able to lift a damn spoon. She cradled the cybernetic to her core, hesitating at the doors of the personal chambers of her father's. She had never gone in before. For obvious reasons. She could feel them both in there, their auras warm. ...Content. Her gut swirled in pain, the girl swallowing her pride and pushing her way in.

One a healer, one the maker of the arm, her footsteps fell heavy on the floor as she approached them, chin raised. "It's not working right." She let the metal limb clank onto the table, the cybernetic not grafted to her like it should be. The concept had freaked her out; her half commitance to the device the reason she now struggled.

"Fix it."

Celeste Rigel Coren Starchaser

 

[Celeste Rigel]

Cuddled up to Coren, the healer was content to find a moment of peace. Between teething infants and readying her healing center, she was utterly exhausted. Still, sleep would come soon... sweet slumber.

But something made Celeste sit up, unable to succumb to the siren song just yet.

A knowing glance was sent Coren's way, he ought to have sensed it by now as well. Kyra. Celeste had had no objections to having Coren's daughter stay on Kattada following... the loss of her arm. It was a self-inflicted injury, which the healer still failed to fully understand. On one hand, leaving the shattered arm behind meant faster recovery.

Still, no matter the progress that had been made, it was a fragile time.

By the time the door opened, Celeste was already wrapping a comfortable robe over her pajamas. And she watched the teen enter, putting her cybernetic on the table with a clunk. Standing, she moved to the foot of the bed and had a seat and gave the spot next to her a small pat, inviting Kyra to sit.

Celeste said nothing, but leaned back slightly to see Coren – and arched her brows at him. A signal to say, 'This is your department.' She herself did not have any cybernetic parts, but he did – an arm, just like Kyra. Indeed he was the right person to 'fix this.' Celeste turned her head and covered a small yawn, but looked to Kyra. “Want something warm to drink? How about hot chocolate?” she asked, hoping this would be accepted as a peace offering.

Kyra Perl , Coren Starchaser

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Oh boy did he wish. Fix it? How long did it take him to adjust to his own arm? A few weeks he thought, he was in recovery from the loss of the limb and the fight, but he, as always, had the Force on his side. Maybe it was a fault in the cahracterization of Coren, he reached out to the Force for damned near anything. He used it to find people, to heal himself, and to fight his battles. His kids were similar, at least Jared and Kaia, both trackers of a kind, and protectors. Kaia was able to bend the Force a whole lot of different ways.

He hoped the twins were going to be better, and he was still worried on Kyra. She had a lot going on recently. Her arm, the fight, and the changes in the world. With Nida running, and Caedyn being… on his own mission. When he got the look from Celeste, he nodded.

He made his way over t his daughter and her arm. “Whats going on with it? I know that when I was starting out with mine, it wouldn’t… connect. But they are made well.” He stepped closer, and looked to her. His hands on the limb, looking for the access panel of arm.

Celeste Rigel Kyra Perl

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra leveled them both a heavy glance, her gaze sliding over to their bed... and then their robes. There was tentative hostility in the confliction that boiled through her.

You know maybe if he had stayed with her mother it wouldn't be like this for her?

The unresolved tension simmered through her, as it always did when she saw both of them together. When apart, she seemed to be able to stomach their company. Coren, she had been leaning on more and more since the loss of her sister, and Celeste since the loss of her arm. They had both served two very distinct functions for her over the last month, and she had come to start approaching them independently over the weeks.

Without Caedyn...


It was just now seeing them together...

There was no peace within the girl. She gave Celeste a gritting look, her animosity dispersing into a tight nod. Yeeees she would like hot coco... "Andcookies?"

Kyra looked one last time towards their bed before swallowing hard and focusing on the more important matters at hand. Heh. Puns. Get it? Metal hand problems... The slight wiff of alcohol drifted from the girl.

"It's suppose to be like normal. Everyone said-- I don't need a chip in my brain or to do that stupid graft- but it doesn't-- it's not the same-- I can't pick up pickles!"

This was a vital requirement. She was hungry.

 

[Celeste Rigel]

Celeste caught the look Kyra threw her way, but the healer just smiled. “Right away,” she said, breezing out of the room as Coren moved over to help with the cybernetic. She paused outside the door for a moment, just long enough to hear Kyra say that she couldn't pick up pickles.

A soft smile formed on her lips as she went to the kitchen.

Once the girl had made some peace with her new arm, Celeste hoped very much that she'd find some levity, too. Of course, these were terribly trying times for the girl. But there was still much to be hopeful about. Soon. Perhaps things would be right again, soon.

After making some hot chocolate, Celeste sprinkled in some of those little marshmallows and topped it off with some whipped cream. Then, the cookies – little chocolate sandwich cookies with vanilla frosting in the middle (her favorite). Walking back into the room, she did her best to add to the collective aura in the room – bringing some calm.

“Here,” she said, setting the drink and cookies down for Kyra. “Careful – it's hot.”

Coren Starchaser , Kyra Perl