First Reply Irregular Recovery

[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

If it weren't for the metallic taste of dried blood in her mouth and the sharp pain in her waist, then perhaps she could've put up with the situation. Sakadi leaned back against the cushion of her simple bed, her gaze moving over her own ragged tunic and grazed lavender skin. Most of the medical treatment she had been given while she was unconscious consisted out of shoddy bandages and what seemed like a small amount of bacta spray. Not enough to take away any of the pain, but enough to keep her stabilized and out of critical condition. The one who had applied it was either a novice with little supplies, or someone who couldn't care less. Naturally, she hoped that the former was the case.

Sakadi closed her eyes, summoning the Living Force to her side. But instead of its warm embrace, she found herself hit by a throbbing headache. Try to stay positive she thought. At least you're still in one piece, or so it seems... Her hopes of standing up were swiftly crushed by reality as well, for her body began to heavily protest when she shifted closer to the side of her bed. Her hand instinctively moved to her waist as she tried to recall how she got here in the first place. Where even was ‘here’? And perhaps more importantly, who had aided her?

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Sakadi Marathi Sinvala //:

The ceiling spun as a single eye stared up and tried to associate it with something familiar. Soon after, the spinning came the blurriness, and as the pupil focused, everything became clear. Allyson Locke sat up and held her head, fingers lacing through her blood-matted brown hair. “Fething chaos.” She groaned and fought back the urge to vomit from the fall knocking the air out of her.

Sounds of stirring drew the Shadow’s attention; another figure moved, which meant that she wasn’t alone. Whoever it was, they were in worse shape than the Corellian. Slowly wandering over, an arm wrapped gently around the woman’s waist while the other supported both of their weight against the jagged wall. “Hey, I got you.” She whispered, fighting the groan of pain she felt aching in her bones. A hand touched her arm, and when the other was standing, Allyson quickly pulled away.

“You alright?” Not having any clue who this was, the Corellian kept her guard up - just in case.​

 

[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

It seemed like, despite her injuries, there was still a sliver of awareness remaining in the Sephi. Her pointy ears twitched, eyes immediately locking on the moving silhouette in the dimly lit room. While she was not one who drew it at the slightest chance she got, Sakadi did reach for the white-electrum cylinder that was her lightsaber. Only to realize that the weapon was not by her side at all.

And luckily for her, she wasn't going to need it. The person approaching was a human woman by the looks of it, with brown hair and an attention drawing eyepatch. The woman's first act was to help her stand. Pain flared through her waist as she tried to put some of her weight on her right leg. It would've been enough to make her collapse, had it not been for the other woman's support. She was grateful for it, but unable to thank her without the Force to commune with, since she doubted that the woman knew sign language. That was also why she could reply with nothing more than a slight nod when she was asked if she was alright.

Before she could attempt any other means of communication, the Sephi felt the floor shake underneath them. No, it wasn't just the floor, the entire room shuddered. Were they... Were they moving?

Allyson Locke​