Living In Color

Denon showed her a lot. About what it meant to be a Jedi without being a Jedi. How to help people without relying on the Force, on her Lightsaber. It made her stronger. Even now she could feel how much stronger she was. Strength in her limbs she didn't think she'd get back after her injuries. Iris let out a sigh, lowering herself from the pull up bar she'd been working out on. Slowly, carefully. Arms tense to finish the last rep. Then she basically plopped down with a sigh and closed her eyes.
Daily exercises, accompanying her daily drills with her lightsaber to at least keep up her skill.
She more or less lived in a small apartment on Denon. More or less because it was an abandoned building she was squatting in, and because she lived more on Coruscant still. This was her temporary abode while she tried to fight crime. In between helping Silas and Cailen train for the coming war. At least without college she wasn't working herself too hard. Too hard. She lifted up her datapad, glancing through reports in the local area. Nothing stood out. Not yet.
They're probably be something later tonight.
