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[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.]

[unjedi]

[ she does, so she doesn't pursue that thought. ]

Let's hope for an easier stop soon.

[whisted]

[It's a nice hope. It's also nice to hope with someone who understands how tenuous hope ever really is.

There's the faintest bit of an affirmative] Hm. [before he pulls their joined hands up, lips pressed briefly against her knuckles.]

[unjedi]

[ she smiles, touched. her fingers curl slightly against his hand. ]

Hanging in there, right?

[whisted]

Best as.

[What else could they do?]

And you?

[unjedi]

[ she shakes her head. ]

All right. It's been weird sometimes, with people coming and going.

[whisted]

[If he squeezes her hand, will she say more words?]

[unjedi]

. . . I guess I'm not sure about Anakin sometimes.

[whisted]

Oh?