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[Something is definitely sprained. Not broken, and healing with the odd rapidity the wee companions inside them, but definitely something which will get worse if he keeps throwing himself bodily around the temples.

The only productive thing to do for the body is rest. That doesn't mean there aren't productive things to do for the soul.]

Are you quite busy?

[ ahsoka knows all about productivity and using it as a shield to help her with her own issues.

though how much help it proves is debatable. ]

I'm free. What is it?

Do you fancy a bit of a wander in the oxygen gardens?

[Or a sit. It should probably be a sit.

It's just nice being in her proximity.]

It'd be nice to take a break.

I'll meet you there.

[gosh friends are nice and still weird!!]

Thank you.

[ true to her word, she shows up shortly at the oxygen gardens. this is one of her favourite places on the ship. while she's never been as connected to the living force as other jedi, she appreciates this small piece of nature, of life that is tangible and real, pulsating in the force.

it keeps her grounded. ]

[The gardens aren't actually like Earth, in the end. At any rate, they aren't any more or less like Earth than any of the planets they've stopped at in their journey. Still, it's a bit less like being completely thrown out of the elements of terrestrial life.

And it's quiet. That's at least half the reason Horatio's features are resting with the edges of something upturned when she arrives.]

All right, Ahsoka?

I think so. My sleep's been strange the last few days, but I'm no worse for wear.

How about you?

Still breathing.

[Which, for him, is sometimes very clearly an accomplishment--like now, given the stiffness of his step as he reaches questioningly for her hand.]

Dreams?

If I didn't know better, I would have said they were visions.

[ but they weren't quite right. not dreams and not visions. elusive thoughts that fracture her sleep. her fingers shift to twine with his. ]