Galdaart
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He dogged the latch as the door shut, keeping the wind at bay. The sudden opening of the door had sent a few papers flying off their perch, on a nearby table, and one came to rest at Sate's feet. He picked it up, holding it out for Vee. Here, he offered. Stepping closer to take the sheet of paper from him, he caught the look in her eyes. A little nervy. A little uncertain. Maybe a little heartsick? And an underlying sense of calm, which was nice, but the Dust Diver knew better than to chalk that up to his presence. This was home to her, and home, regardless of who she had brought with her, was a place of peace.
He averted his eyes, taking in the structure and the room before him. So... there had been talk of food? Point me in the right direction, Vee. I'll have something ready in no time. He caught sight of a few pictures on the same table that the papers had blown off of, and he couldn't help it. He looked. He knew he had no right, that the images were personal, private, and he hadn't been granted access to that part of her, but there was no avoiding it. She was beautiful, a little younger, but not so much. She looked happy -- something he hadn't seen before. The man she was beside -- he didn't know who it was, but it was clear they bore a connection. They were standing playfully, as if caught in the middle of a great mischief or practical joke, and Sate was ashamed he wanted to know what the joke was. But he didn't ask. You look happy here, he picked up the holo, carefully, as if it were a fragile relic. Who is he?
He averted his eyes, taking in the structure and the room before him. So... there had been talk of food? Point me in the right direction, Vee. I'll have something ready in no time. He caught sight of a few pictures on the same table that the papers had blown off of, and he couldn't help it. He looked. He knew he had no right, that the images were personal, private, and he hadn't been granted access to that part of her, but there was no avoiding it. She was beautiful, a little younger, but not so much. She looked happy -- something he hadn't seen before. The man she was beside -- he didn't know who it was, but it was clear they bore a connection. They were standing playfully, as if caught in the middle of a great mischief or practical joke, and Sate was ashamed he wanted to know what the joke was. But he didn't ask. You look happy here, he picked up the holo, carefully, as if it were a fragile relic. Who is he?