Kaile Vera
Whiskey Girl
::Tatooine
::Two weeks after the events of Bimmsariel
[member="Kurt Meyer"]
Kaile was at least eating again.
That much could be said with some relief, but even then, seeing the rather waif figure of the pallid woman as she quietly ate breakfast gruel was heartbreaking. She rarely spoke. When she did it was just to try and help out with chores. The bulk of the time she spent in in her room. Not in the homestead but back on the Messa. Attempts at having her come inside and stay in one of the spare rooms were answered with quiet 'Mighty grateful, but I'm okay here.'
As Kurt's mother had said, the Lorrdian was likely never going to be alright. Certainly not a complete representation of the former bubbly young waitress Kurt had met in the past. The one who could be seen trying to cheer others up. The meticulous bargain shopper. The hidden SIS agent for the Galactic Alliance.
Gone were the loud sing alongs within the Messa's tiny lounge. No where to be seen even a portion of a smile. One might call it that Kaile was all but a dead woman walking. Seeing her as she was now, it would be easy to understand why.
::Two weeks after the events of Bimmsariel
[member="Kurt Meyer"]
Kaile was at least eating again.
That much could be said with some relief, but even then, seeing the rather waif figure of the pallid woman as she quietly ate breakfast gruel was heartbreaking. She rarely spoke. When she did it was just to try and help out with chores. The bulk of the time she spent in in her room. Not in the homestead but back on the Messa. Attempts at having her come inside and stay in one of the spare rooms were answered with quiet 'Mighty grateful, but I'm okay here.'
As Kurt's mother had said, the Lorrdian was likely never going to be alright. Certainly not a complete representation of the former bubbly young waitress Kurt had met in the past. The one who could be seen trying to cheer others up. The meticulous bargain shopper. The hidden SIS agent for the Galactic Alliance.
Gone were the loud sing alongs within the Messa's tiny lounge. No where to be seen even a portion of a smile. One might call it that Kaile was all but a dead woman walking. Seeing her as she was now, it would be easy to understand why.