Lugus Porkins
100% NFU
He stood in the door frame about to head to the cockpit. He didn't want to leave as she spoke however. His brow furrowed and he rolled his eyes at the question of if he could make risotto, "Yeah, I can do risotto. I haven't made it much, but I could scourge up a recipe and turn it into something great. Not sure if I have blossom wine to recreate your meal. I don't keep much wine, but I know I have emerald wine however."
He chucked at her comment of the fuller length skirt, "I'd need a full length gown or a shave one. I could rock strapless however. I have very beautiful and strong shoulders." That conversation went a little farther than planned. Lugus turned to leave the room only to turn back to her again when she mentioned being tired. He shook his head placing the robes down on the other cot, "I'd say that's not good. Maybe you should sit up instead."
He moved over to her helping her sit up just incase she was too tired to do so on her own. He handed her the ice-pack back to her, "Now if you want that risotto tomorrow, you have to stay wake, ok? I'll be right back. Just going to have the piloting droid get us off here and then I will be right back here to pester and keep you up, ok?"
Part of him felt stupid for not having the bird off the planet yet. All of the mental kicking himself wasn't getting the ship up off the planet any sooner. He moved to the door. Pausing for a second, looking back at her, "What's the most important thing to you and why? Speak loudly and keep talking until I get back... please?"
Was he panicked? Did he seem panicked? He kind of hoped he wasn't freaking out too much. He was a pilot not a doctor. He went to the cockpit starting up the ship lifting it off the ground himself before programing the piloting droid to take over and get them on back to Onderon. He grabbed a small flashlight from his toolkit on the way back to the cabin. He sat on the cot beside her then checked her pupils. Something he had only seen in the holomovies and personally had no idea what he was looking for. In his mind he assumed they reacted somewhat normally.
[member="Corvus Raaf"]
He chucked at her comment of the fuller length skirt, "I'd need a full length gown or a shave one. I could rock strapless however. I have very beautiful and strong shoulders." That conversation went a little farther than planned. Lugus turned to leave the room only to turn back to her again when she mentioned being tired. He shook his head placing the robes down on the other cot, "I'd say that's not good. Maybe you should sit up instead."
He moved over to her helping her sit up just incase she was too tired to do so on her own. He handed her the ice-pack back to her, "Now if you want that risotto tomorrow, you have to stay wake, ok? I'll be right back. Just going to have the piloting droid get us off here and then I will be right back here to pester and keep you up, ok?"
Part of him felt stupid for not having the bird off the planet yet. All of the mental kicking himself wasn't getting the ship up off the planet any sooner. He moved to the door. Pausing for a second, looking back at her, "What's the most important thing to you and why? Speak loudly and keep talking until I get back... please?"
Was he panicked? Did he seem panicked? He kind of hoped he wasn't freaking out too much. He was a pilot not a doctor. He went to the cockpit starting up the ship lifting it off the ground himself before programing the piloting droid to take over and get them on back to Onderon. He grabbed a small flashlight from his toolkit on the way back to the cabin. He sat on the cot beside her then checked her pupils. Something he had only seen in the holomovies and personally had no idea what he was looking for. In his mind he assumed they reacted somewhat normally.
[member="Corvus Raaf"]