Ask Dressing Down

[Hannibal Grayza]

It had only been a day since the "grand" meeting on Yavin 4 where Hannibal had been appointed to the council. He still had things to do, at least as far as he was concerned. But, well, he was tired. Attending at all had taken more out of him than he had any intention of showing or telling anyone, so for the moment he'd returned to what were now his personal chambers on Yavin 4 to continue recovering. He only needed to check in with the healers daily now, partly at his own insistence. He rather felt like he needed to be away from most people for the time being.

So there he stood in his room, halfway through unraveling the bandages all over him from the neck down. Partly healed burns spread across his body, fractal patterns left by the malicious touch of eldritch lightning carving pathways through his many detailed and multi-coloured tattoos. They would almost be beautiful if they weren't also so clearly recent injuries, still healing.

Hannibal hissed with discomfort, but he toughed it out like he always did. He would do this himself. He could handle it.

@Killa Ree

 

[Indy Sati]

Indyana had been busy piecing together the Archives with Lena's escaped information. Pretty much since her arrival to Yavin 4, she had been sorting endless streams of data, matching up with her own copies taken from the archives as her time since a youngling and sorting them chronologically. Such a task was exhausting, with the only break being the brief, tumultuous meeting since yesterday.

She still wore the robes because she didn't really have time to change.

In truth, she had been almost avoiding Hannibal; seeing him as he was felt like a personal failure. She should have been there to help him somehow, and yet she was out elbows-deep in a dig linking the past confrontations between the Zeffo and the Jedi. But she couldn't avoid it anymore. She had to be honest with him, though her gut churned with the idea. He looked so lost before... how could she do anything to bring him back?

She could Sense him in there, and through the doorway heard the hiss of pain. A tentative knock came to the door, and her voice would filter through.

"Is now a bad time, Hans...?"

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Hannibal Grayza]

Caught up in what he was doing as he was, Hannibal hadn't even noticed Indy's approaching presence. He started a bit and grit his teeth as the sudden motion temporarily broke his concentration on pain removal. His intuition was still out of wack from the Eternal and he didn't always notice such things. That really need working on. Hannibal took a deep breath.

"Never for you, Indy," came his reply, a flicker of the Force triggering the door to open. Which is about the time he remembered he was naked from the waist up and only very barely bandaged besides. Hm. Just go with it, yeah. He decided to just keep unwrapping in the meantime so as to at least not be half a mummy for their conversation.

"You've been busy. How's the archive work going?"

@Killa Ree

 

[Indy Sati]

She heard his voice and exhaled quietly, but when the door opened the sight wasn't one she expected.

Her breath hissed in between her teeth. Her throat closed thickly, and she had to blink once to take all of him in. Even being half-naked didn't distract from the lightning burns that had been so wrapped up; her stomach sank, and she swallowed, forcing herself to exhale quietly.

"Kark, Hans."

A tear slipped free, then two. It wasn't professional, but after everything, it hit home hard that in her duties as a master, she'd failed. She wasn't there to defend the Temple, and she wasn't by Hannibal and Max's sides on Sullust. Hesitantly she took two steps in, then shut the door behind her, unable to look away.

Her voice cracked from the strain of trying to keep it neutral, a hand over her throat.

"I'm sorry."

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Hannibal Grayza]

Hannibal kept on unwrapping himself, sitting down on his chair for part of it. He only looked up again when Indy apologized. The young Jedi gave her a bewildered look.

"Why are you sorry? You didn't do it," he answered casually, removing the last bits of bandage from and moving over to the other. He honestly didn't understand the purpose behind it. Hannibal hadn't expected Indy to be either on Sullust or at the temple, given she was one of the vast majority of Jedi who didn't sit on their haunches on Ajan Kloss. She had her own work to do, and Hannibal had his.

"Sorry I'm not exactly dressed, hope y'don't mind," he muttered sheepishly, working now on the other leg. He had pants and all nearby but the burns, while painful, had reached a point in their healing he didn't need the bandages anymore. Also they were just generally uncomfortable and made it harder to keep track of progress. Hannibal didn't want to heal them so much they'd make for poor tattoos.

@Killa Ree

 

[Indy Sati]

She was a Master. She had to have better control of herself, but seeing him and Max hurt this way... it felt like the air had been knocked out of her chest. Guilt pressed hard on her shoulders, and she swallowed once, forcing herself to watch as he continued unraveling, more of the burns revealed. She exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over her forehead. A sudden headache was brewing, and it was getting harder to ignore.

"If I had known there was an assault, I would have gone with you and Max," she replied bluntly, slowly lowering her hand to meet his bewildered gaze. "I should have anyway... or at least done something on Ajan Kloss. But my head was buried in an ancient Zeffo text and I didn't get the messages until after."

At his mention of clothes, her cheeks suddenly flushed a deep violet, and she forced herself to lower her hands, nibbling on her bottom lip and fighting the urge to look over. "I don't mind so long as you don't," she replied, then began to slowly cross the room. She hesitated, then exhaled quietly, quirking a brow.

"If you're done struggling, I can help with some of those. Maybe even the pain too, if you'd let me."

@Mr. Teatime