Me? An Assassin? Nooooo
It seemed rather ironic and sad in Tanasukis mind, both him and [member="Zavii"] having survived the Sith attack with only minor scrapes and bumps, nothing even remotely serious, let along life threatening. Yet here he was, sitting beside the Zabrak as she lay in a hospital bed, a slug wound just near her belly button, inflicted by one of their own. It was a rather tragic event, after all that had happened, and to a Padawan as well, sure a feisty and outgoing person but still a Padawan, not a knight or master
"Well at least you are alive Zavii", he whispered to himself in a hushed tonne, not knowing if the pink haired girl could hear him, his hand resting close to the slug wound, resisting the constant urge to rub the area. "You were probably not awake for this but you and I had a blood transfusion, that gut wound of your making you lose quite a bit... though I wonder". His mind started to wander about if the Zabrak would inherit some minor healing abilities from Vampire blood? The whole procedure being so quick to stabilize the girl such a thought had not crossed his mind, hopefully the other Jedi where not getting ideas.
"Well at least you are alive Zavii", he whispered to himself in a hushed tonne, not knowing if the pink haired girl could hear him, his hand resting close to the slug wound, resisting the constant urge to rub the area. "You were probably not awake for this but you and I had a blood transfusion, that gut wound of your making you lose quite a bit... though I wonder". His mind started to wander about if the Zabrak would inherit some minor healing abilities from Vampire blood? The whole procedure being so quick to stabilize the girl such a thought had not crossed his mind, hopefully the other Jedi where not getting ideas.