"Uhh...sure. Yeah. You meditate, i'll just...be here." Neeka stared at Arla for a few moments before adding nearly under her breath as she lay down and tucked her arms tightly around herself: "Trying to ignore all those terrifying sounds enough to sleep. Yeahhh."
As much as she grumbled, it was not terribly long before unconsciousness took the reigns, though it was fitful and broken with a lot of tossing and turning. Neeka woke various times through the night and would jerk slightly before her brain caught up with the memories of where she lay. Once, she turned her head and stared openly at Arla, thinking that her helmet might just mask the fact that her eyes were open. The Dathomiran appeared to be...studying? Neeka couldn't imagine the swamp air would be very good for the pages. Was she some sort of hunter/scientist combination? So much was completely mysterious, as if this planet not only resided in the galaxy but upon another plane of existence altogether.
The misty morning was just as otherworldly when she finally opened her eyes for good. Immediately the aches and pains of sleeping on hard ground pulled at the muscles in her back, so the first thing the Mandalorian did was stretch, massage, then exercise them out of herself. It would be a shameful death to be ended by their quarry just because she couldn't raise her blaster in time.
"Sounds like a perfect time for our beastie to be distracted." Neeka replied to her in the midst of light push-ups. After a few more, she popped up to a standing position and cracked her knuckles. "'fore we head out, two things. First off- I never thanked you for not murdering me outright. So...thanks. Second- you're the huntmaster, here. From now until the end of the hunt, I act on your orders. This is your territory, after all."
Neeka checked and re-checked her blaster, then the grappling device built into her left vambrace. Then, she nodded and exhaled.
"Oya! The hunt is on! Lead the way! I'll be right behind."
As much as she grumbled, it was not terribly long before unconsciousness took the reigns, though it was fitful and broken with a lot of tossing and turning. Neeka woke various times through the night and would jerk slightly before her brain caught up with the memories of where she lay. Once, she turned her head and stared openly at Arla, thinking that her helmet might just mask the fact that her eyes were open. The Dathomiran appeared to be...studying? Neeka couldn't imagine the swamp air would be very good for the pages. Was she some sort of hunter/scientist combination? So much was completely mysterious, as if this planet not only resided in the galaxy but upon another plane of existence altogether.
The misty morning was just as otherworldly when she finally opened her eyes for good. Immediately the aches and pains of sleeping on hard ground pulled at the muscles in her back, so the first thing the Mandalorian did was stretch, massage, then exercise them out of herself. It would be a shameful death to be ended by their quarry just because she couldn't raise her blaster in time.
"Sounds like a perfect time for our beastie to be distracted." Neeka replied to her in the midst of light push-ups. After a few more, she popped up to a standing position and cracked her knuckles. "'fore we head out, two things. First off- I never thanked you for not murdering me outright. So...thanks. Second- you're the huntmaster, here. From now until the end of the hunt, I act on your orders. This is your territory, after all."
Neeka checked and re-checked her blaster, then the grappling device built into her left vambrace. Then, she nodded and exhaled.
"Oya! The hunt is on! Lead the way! I'll be right behind."
@Phoenix
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