Frostfall: Frozen Hearths and Icy Hearts

[Mikhail]

Mikhail had been on Belsavis for a little under a day. He had taken the Exile known as Demolly to the planet after their encounter with the Jedi on Jakku for her wounds to be treated. He had used the Dark Side to deceive the physician's desk attendee on the frozen world to treat his comrade for free and to give them a room for her to recover in. The blank card he had given her would appear as some sort of galactic medical insurance card to her, the woman wouldn't know of the deception for at least another three days.

After a long reconstructive surgery Demolly had been placed in the same room as Mikhail to recover. He was dressed in his smuggler attire, hadn't slept since their arrival, and had tucked her lightsabers into his coat for safekeeping purposes. He sat on the opposite side of the room from Demolly's small cot and simply stood watch over her as she slept, there would be no intrusions if he could help it.​

 

[Demolly Guillaume]

It happened over and over again. In her dreams she wandered endlessly lost and alone through streets, and felt imprisoned by feelings of unhappiness, desire and fear. It clashed with her new found happiness and sense of independence in her waking life. Perhaps her dreams represented suppressed emotions; maybe she secretly missed the simplicity in her fathers direction and company.

Either way, she did not understand why it kept happening.

That confusion carried into the waking world as her blue eyes fluttered open to see a white ceiling above her. For a handful of quickened heartbeats all she did was stare at it... as if waiting in fear for something wrong to happen. Her heart skipped a beat when she finally sensed another presence in the room, and her head tilted to see a man nearby.

She reached for where one of her weapons should be. When she didn't feel the coldness of her hilt, panic should have grasped her even more, but instead the fogginess seemed to have cleared in that very moment. His face was suddenly recognizable; this man had approached and helped her after the battle on Jakku. Most of how was a blur, but either way the sense of immediate danger had passed.

"Who are you?" was the first words to leave her lips. She spoke as she moved to sit up, brushing some locks of red hair away from her face to get a better look at him. Regardless of her panic passing, she still wasn't sure of his intentions. "What are you doing here?", were the next words, then another question escaped her without giving him a chance to answer, "Where am I?". All the questions seem to pour out.

 

[Mikhail]

Mikhail's eyes shifted towards Demolly's bed after a slight movement was caught out of the corner of his eye. Mikhail's hand instantly went to the twin hilts hidden within his coat as a small smile appeared on his face. As Demolly let a pair of questions flow from her lips, Mikhail walked across the room and placed her lightsabers on her lap.

"My name is Mikhail Volkov" He replied calmly. "We are at a Belsavis medical facility." He continued. "I brought you here once we escaped Jakku, your injuries demanded attention." Mikhail explained. "So, you are safe here just relax and let your body heal." He continued.

Silently, Mikhail hoped his comrade wouldn't simply bring the weapons he had just given her to bear against him. However, he couldn't simply take the hilts away now, they were in her possession once more. While Mikhail waited for her reply he slowly backed towards the chair he had stood up from on the other side of the room.

"What is your name?" He asked.​