Public No Quiet Escape- [Gala]

[Zee Caromed]

For the moment, Zee was content to let Braze lean on him as they got out of the way of the important business going on. "You think I haven't tried?" He asked with mild incredulity. "I know what I'm good at, when it comes to... that." As if to demonstrate the cosmic presence of the Force, Zee waved his hand vaguely in the air, wiggling his fingers in a mystic fashion. "Healing is one of the first things I tried my hand at, and I give it another try every so often - I don't have the knack for it." He explained sheepshly. "I can barely manage matukai, half the time."

Generally speaking, Zee had a fairly clear-eyed view of what he could and couldn't do most of the time. He was not an especially modest person by nature.

Glancing up briefly from his care to match eyes with TK Olraen , Zee thanked her again with a small nod. "Happy hunting." He blessed hopefully. "And take care of yourself." Hopefully the woman wouldn't die chasing pirates. Even better, she might take some of them out without dying at all, and wouldn't that be a happy occasion? Today wasn't an especially good day for good outcomes, but who knew? He'd never run into illusions before, and he'd grossly underestimated how powerful they could be. It was hard to imagine that such a versatile ability would fail a resourceful wielder, and she certainly seemed to know her business.

Speculation aside, Zee guided Braze to somewhere he could sit down properly and offered him a drink. "You were the one who got her up and moving again, Braze." He promised, smirking. "I'm glad that I played a part in inspiring you, though. I'll take credit for that much. I can see it's important to you."

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[Braze]

TAGS: Zee Caromed

Braze followed quietly after Zee, falling into step with a thoughtful stillness. He didn't speak right away as he just listened. As Zee's words settled in, his mind drifted briefly to something Ko Vuto had once taught him. The Force… it wasn't always a guide that lit the path. Sometimes it was just elusive...

Maybe now wasn't the moment to chase it.

"...Thank you," he murmured, accepting the drink. His voice was low, edged with oensive reflection. He leaned back slightly, letting the silence sit between them.

"They'll probably try again," he added after a beat, gaze distant. "Unless some pissed-off spacer puts a hole in them first."

Braze wasn't sure how long Zee planned for them to stay here. But if they were going to linger, they could at least leave behind something useful, like nasty surprises, maybe.

His eyes shifted, focusing fully on Zee for the first time since they sat down.

"You okay?" he asked gently.

As he spoke, he sat up straighter and reached into his pocket, fingers curling around something small and round. When he brought it out, the light caught the edge of a glass marble.