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Cana followed Accalia into the room, not as a lost puppy but out of necessity. He couldn't communicate without her, he had deduced, so for now, he'd stay with her. Even as he turned his massive bulk to enter through the doorway, ducking low, his ears could pick up the conversations and banter that the others were having, though he only understood parts.
His ears twitched as the two men began arguing, growling slightly as one stabbed the table with his weapon threateningly. Though he only caught bits and pieces of the argument, he could tell it was heated just by the sheer animosity in the room. His own talons stretched wide as he smelled the scent of adrenaline enter the air, his own blood beginning to pump as the other warriors clenched their fists in anger. His instincts told him to stay out of the fight, and even his rational mind agreed. Getting into a fight between so many warriors would surely end in death, for him and several others at least. Looking for a way out, he spotted Accalia departing out of a nearby doorway, into what looked like a grassy area. He huffed, stepping around one of the Fett warriors, pursuing her.
He found her sitting in near a large field of plants, with plenty of scents to tease at his nostrils and even a sky, though Cana recognized the whir of electronics and mechanical components behind the mask with his sensitive hearing. She sat on a stone seat, and Cana hesitated slightly before walking up to her. He squatted across from her, rather than sitting, comfortably resting on his legs in the natural position he used to rest in the mines. In Shistavani, he spoke, flicking his tail gently, and letting his body language convey the curiosity in his speech rather than rely on the intonation and diction of basic. "Does something weigh your mind, Accalia?" he asked, hoping that her crude understanding of the language was enough to grasp the question.
His ears twitched as the two men began arguing, growling slightly as one stabbed the table with his weapon threateningly. Though he only caught bits and pieces of the argument, he could tell it was heated just by the sheer animosity in the room. His own talons stretched wide as he smelled the scent of adrenaline enter the air, his own blood beginning to pump as the other warriors clenched their fists in anger. His instincts told him to stay out of the fight, and even his rational mind agreed. Getting into a fight between so many warriors would surely end in death, for him and several others at least. Looking for a way out, he spotted Accalia departing out of a nearby doorway, into what looked like a grassy area. He huffed, stepping around one of the Fett warriors, pursuing her.
He found her sitting in near a large field of plants, with plenty of scents to tease at his nostrils and even a sky, though Cana recognized the whir of electronics and mechanical components behind the mask with his sensitive hearing. She sat on a stone seat, and Cana hesitated slightly before walking up to her. He squatted across from her, rather than sitting, comfortably resting on his legs in the natural position he used to rest in the mines. In Shistavani, he spoke, flicking his tail gently, and letting his body language convey the curiosity in his speech rather than rely on the intonation and diction of basic. "Does something weigh your mind, Accalia?" he asked, hoping that her crude understanding of the language was enough to grasp the question.