The Returned One
Caden was battered and bruised.
Everything hurt, and every time he looked down he spotted a new scar or burn wound that hadn't finished healing yet. He'd spent a few weeks in the medical bays at the Jedi Temple, being fixed up by some of the best healers that the New Jedi Order had to offer. It sucked. Nearly dying genuinely sucked. He regretted ever going to Indoumodo. He was, however, just thankful that he was finally on the mend, even though it seemed to be taking forever to get back to himself.
Slowly, he hobbled through the halls of the Jedi Temple, leaning on a cane that he had borrowed from the medical bay. Being reliant on it sucked, but it meant that he could actually walk and he was thankful for that. He'd been couped up in bed too long. He hoped he wouldn't need the cane for long however, it made him feel much older than he actually was. He was twenty, but with the cane he felt closer to sixty or seventy.
Caden reached the door of his Padawan, and took a breath.
The Jedi Knight wasn't actually sure if his Padawan would want to see him, after everything that had happened. He felt so guilty for all of it, everything that she had been through and how much of it was technically his fault. He needed to apologise though, make everything right with her. He needed her to understand how truly sorry he was for everything that she had been through whilst on missions with him. He hoped she'd understand.
He knocked the door, and took another breath.