She had seen him confident, capable and cool-headed in intense situations, sweet and even kind. But it was still a surprise to see him bashful... or to even feel him as shy as he was, still. Every now and then, she remembered he was actually younger than her. By how much she wasn't entirely certain, but just enough that he still seemed so youthful to her. She flinched when he thumped his head against the rod above him, but let him wrestle out those emotions for himself. But hearing him gulp, she tilted her head slightly in curiosity. Was the idea so repugnant that he was nervous about seeing her?
Though that wouldn't seem to be the case, she wasn't entirely certain. So instead she merely nodded once, then neatly slid out, glancing back over at him over her shoulder. "Fifteen minutes," she reminded him with a nod. "Come down; I'll be done by then."
Not waiting for a response, she shimmied out back down the rungs, and made her way in.
She sighed, stepping back into her private quarters. Old clothing was shed gingerly; some of the bruises she sustained still sang with pain. He could really put in a hook when he set his weight into it. She soon selected new clothes, a simple black shirt and grey leggings with a lightweight knit cardigan.
She was chilly, for some reason. Perhaps it was the mountain air... perhaps distance. Perhaps it was she was so used to Corran being around his warmth seeped into her bones, warming her from inside out. When the shower was turned on and steam began to billow, she stepped in.
The dirt, the carbon, all of it washing down the drain, and she spent a few minutes not scrubbing, just staring at the tiled wall, an absent frown on her lips. When she came back to awareness, she hurried cleansing off for the rest before drying quickly and setting out another towel for him.
Pulling damp hair back into a low ponytail and tugging on her clean clothes, she paced out to the kitchenette to begin prepping for a meal she had promised some time ago. She only hoped it would be up to her own exacting standards tonight as well... for some inexplicable reason, she was especially keen to please. This felt different.
Cozy, almost, in a way that was different even from last night.
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Though that wouldn't seem to be the case, she wasn't entirely certain. So instead she merely nodded once, then neatly slid out, glancing back over at him over her shoulder. "Fifteen minutes," she reminded him with a nod. "Come down; I'll be done by then."
Not waiting for a response, she shimmied out back down the rungs, and made her way in.
She sighed, stepping back into her private quarters. Old clothing was shed gingerly; some of the bruises she sustained still sang with pain. He could really put in a hook when he set his weight into it. She soon selected new clothes, a simple black shirt and grey leggings with a lightweight knit cardigan.
She was chilly, for some reason. Perhaps it was the mountain air... perhaps distance. Perhaps it was she was so used to Corran being around his warmth seeped into her bones, warming her from inside out. When the shower was turned on and steam began to billow, she stepped in.
The dirt, the carbon, all of it washing down the drain, and she spent a few minutes not scrubbing, just staring at the tiled wall, an absent frown on her lips. When she came back to awareness, she hurried cleansing off for the rest before drying quickly and setting out another towel for him.
Pulling damp hair back into a low ponytail and tugging on her clean clothes, she paced out to the kitchenette to begin prepping for a meal she had promised some time ago. She only hoped it would be up to her own exacting standards tonight as well... for some inexplicable reason, she was especially keen to please. This felt different.
Cozy, almost, in a way that was different even from last night.
@TerranSteel