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[whisted]

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.]

[unjedi]

It'd be nice to take a break.

I'll meet you there.

[whisted]

[gosh friends are nice and still weird!!]

Thank you.

[unjedi]

[ 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. ]

[whisted]

[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?

[unjedi]

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

How about you?

[whisted]

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?

[unjedi]

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. ]

[whisted]

[Well, life is already pretty weird. Nothing to do but squeeze their fingers comfortably and accept it.]

Of here? Or of home?

[unjedi]

Home, mostly. The war and what came out of it.

[whisted]

...hm.

[Hard to ask someone to talk about; easy to be open to hearing all the same.]

[unjedi]

I'm probably just . . . dwelling.

[whisted]

Dwelling or-- sorting through?

[unjedi]

. . . I'm not sure of the difference yet.

[whisted]

Bit like when a muscle's growing or tearing in half, I'd imagine.

[Both hurt like hell and it could be very, very hard to tell which was happening.]

[unjedi]

Something like that.

I thought I let it go before . . . but it feels harder now when you know everyone's . . .

[whisted]

[The saying isn't necessary. His fingers squeeze tight in understanding.]

[unjedi]

[ she smiles. ]

I guess it'll come with time.

[whisted]

And quite a bit of work, I'd imagine.

[unjedi]

That is the way.

[whisted]

Any easier here?

[With less actual active war to contend with?]

[unjedi]

Sometimes. The change of scenery helps.

[whisted]

Hm.

[A whole new cast of fools to worry about keeping alive.]

Might sleep better at the next stop, then.

[unjedi]

[ she turns to look at him, lekku shifting. ]

Have you also not been sleeping?

[whisted]

No more or less than usual.

[She gets it, surely.]