To quell the tempest softly
Cora sat on a cot in the medbay, waiting to be seen.
The last time she'd been here had been after Exegol, suspended in a bacta tank. Fortunately, today she had no crushed ribs or punctured lungs in dire need of attention.
Instead, she had a bloody nose. A tender welt had started to swell the skin around her right eye. She'd muttered something about a training injury to the admin assistant, but the true nature of her injuries was far more shameful, far more personal.
She'd walked into a doorframe after getting an eyeful of a provocatively posed Valery Noble in a skimpy dress.
Her physical wounds would heal, but this mental one was going to leave a scar the size of a Tatooine desert.
So Cora waited patiently, humming to herself as she rocked in place on the cot in an attempt to rid her mind of what she'd seen and heard.
This had most certainly not been in the Jedi curriculum.
Amani Serys
The last time she'd been here had been after Exegol, suspended in a bacta tank. Fortunately, today she had no crushed ribs or punctured lungs in dire need of attention.
Instead, she had a bloody nose. A tender welt had started to swell the skin around her right eye. She'd muttered something about a training injury to the admin assistant, but the true nature of her injuries was far more shameful, far more personal.
She'd walked into a doorframe after getting an eyeful of a provocatively posed Valery Noble in a skimpy dress.
Her physical wounds would heal, but this mental one was going to leave a scar the size of a Tatooine desert.
So Cora waited patiently, humming to herself as she rocked in place on the cot in an attempt to rid her mind of what she'd seen and heard.
This had most certainly not been in the Jedi curriculum.
