Ib'tuur Jatne Tuur Ash'ad Kyr'amur (D1, LM)

[Raven Cadera]

When they had come running to her, saying Praxton was injured, Raven had feared the worst. And when she saw him, she felt her stomach turn as images of the past returned to her, draining away her blood and leaving only numbness. It had been too late for her to give pursuit to his attackers, leaving her with just the worry of losing him as she had helped getting him to medical.

With nothing she could do then but wait, she'd been like a caged beast. Pacing around when not shutting herself away.

It wouldn't be long before they'd leave to seek vengeance. But enough time for goodbyes, she'd been told. So she returned to check on Praxton one last time, as she had no more preparations left to do. Well, except maybe eat as she had lost all the food from the feast as Praxton's condition had made her stomach cramp up out of fear of reliving the past. But eating she could do on the flight.

Stepping inside the room as she removed her helmet, she hoped he would be awake...

[Meiyokashi]

Within the room it was perhaps more crowded than she would have expected. Dredgen was nearby, having given the rundown to the others who would be taking over in his absence. One Mandalorian whom often wore a light shade of blue, and another a light shade of pink, two who were often inseparable and she would recall seeing around the enclave back on Kamda though they never spoke much back then. They too were also involved in that desert fight all that time ago.

One in blue with her helmet removed the long hair she possessed braided intricately as to maintain it underneath her helmet. She stood over Praxton himself, reading through some of the machines they had Praxton hooked up to while he was outside of the Bacta tank. When Raven entered the woman turned to Raven, a long scar reaching down across the right side of her face that was faint but noticeable even from a distance. Seeing who it was she gave a brief smile and stepped aside with a nod toward Praxton himself, who rested with closed eyes.

With the other, wearing the pink armor, having his own helmet off as he seemed to go over and double check that the bacta tank was well within working condition. As well as double checking the bacta itself before filtering it into the system.

[Raven Cadera]

Kriff...

The others were greeted with a nod in return and the helmet was tucked away to the hook on her belt. She took a deep breath, steadying her emotions as she approached closer. Sure, she knew first-aid, how to patch up the worst stuff... all this was a bit more than she understood.

With a quiet stride, Raven closed the distance between herself and Praxton, without getting in the way of the others. The armored glove on her left hand was removed.

"... How is he doing?" she asked with a surprising calm, reaching out and placing her bare hand over his, thumb brushing against the back of his hand.

[Meiyokashi]

"He'll make it through. Just needs time to rest," she looks back over her shoulder to him, "and preferably in a tank of bacta," she adds with a tone of admonishment. Something that the resting Praxton groans in response to. Shifting a little in his bed the woman attending him places her hand on his forum to get him to stop. Doing the work for him with the chair she gets him up in a slightly inclined sitting position with care given to the task to make sure he doesn't end up hurting himself.

"Now you can say hi to your visitor," she says with the touch of a smile. Turning to look to Raven and granting her a nod before slipping away from the bed. Moving over toward her brother and seeing to the bacta tanks readiness.

[Praxton]

"Hi," he manages with a slight cough but steady grin.

[Raven Cadera]

Raven as well helped with keeping him from moving too much.

Her lips pressed together into a thin line in response to the grin, clearly holding back some emotions. "... Idiot," she mumbled, her tone making it clear how relieved she was to see him awake while her features softened. Even if it wasn't the most affectionate word, it still conveyed her affections for him.

"Of the two of us," she spoke softly, placing her bare hand gently against his cheek, "I'm supposed to be the one causing trouble."

[Praxton]

"Couldn't let you keep having all the fun," he takes a breathy rest. Smiling softly with her hand against his cheek, leaning against it a little in his sorry state. Relaxing with the presence he closes his eyes for a moment with her there.

"From what I hear though," he takes another break, needing them often. Notably each time he speaks at least someone else in the room seems to be watching closely. "I'll be here watching you go. Again. Worrying about how you'll come back."

[Raven Cadera]

"Don't worry," she spoke gently, assuringly, a part of her worried he might somehow let go. "I will always come back to you. And..." leaning forward, her forehead touched his in an affectionate gesture, "mhi solus dar'tome. Ratiin."

She wanted to ask him what had happened when he was attacked. If it had seemed like a personal thing, or something else. But seeing the fragile state he was in, Raven couldn't bring herself to push that on him now, fearing it would cause him distress or worsen his condition. For someone known among their people for her bravery and tenacity, Raven always felt fear was lurking behind every corner.

"Just listen to the ones taking care of you, alright? Don't make me come back to shove you into that bacta tank myself..." her sheepish smile accompanied a quiet chuckle.

[Praxton]

"Hate the blasted thing," he glances over toward the tank the twins were preparing. "Feels like drowning-" he looks up to her, offers a pained smile. A small shake of his head, "-but I'll do what they say. Just a few more scars," he said, a small chuckle that formed into a cough as he placed his hand over his chest. Pressing lightly but even that little motion caused him to wince in pain.

[Raven Cadera]

Having never been in a bacta tank herself, Raven couldn't relate to the experience, but she of course took his word for it what the sensation was like.

Seeing the cough causing him to wince in pain, she did what she could to keep him stable, gently holding him until the pain eased. Why had these bastards attacked him, damnit. It would've felt so much easier if their situations were reversed, or if it had been someone else.

Raven kissed him once, and a fierce look of determination settled on her features as she looked at him. "... I'll make them pay for what they did to you." Her voice was low, but it hid none of the rage and anger she felt.

[Praxton]

Feeling the weariness of his body setting in he elected not to speak immediately. Bringing a hand up to caress her cheek, enjoying merely that for a moment as he looked into her eyes. "Don't forget why they did it is more important," he seemed to chuckle but forced it down to just a warm smile.

"I've no need for avenging, yet," he made a sideways glance toward the twins. Whom seemed both to be paying attention at the time but quickly busied themselves to give the moment its privacy again. "And no need any time soon. I'm in good hands. Regretful as I am to admit it," he smiles.

"So go, find out why they've attacked us and today of all days. I do hope it wasn't merely to make me ruin my promise," he laughed, wincing in pain and glancing down. Knowing full well he shouldn't make himself do that. "But most importantly be safe, alright?"

[Raven Cadera]

He could recognize the look on her face, the way her lips pressed together into a thin line and her brows knitted close. She was clearly frustrated and upset... and some of it because he was being the sensible one in this situation. Someone had hurt her family and she hadn't been there to protect him.

"I will." Raven sighed, relaxing her face. Leaning into his hand, she closed her eyes for a moment to just lose herself in his touch. She knew she was going to miss this.

One more kiss, this time on the lips. "Cyare, you be safe too." In return, she touched his cheek as well. If she didn't leave soon, she probably would find it impossible to do so.

"... Is there anything I can help with before I go?" She asked, knowing he needed to get in that tank soon.

[Praxton]

Though he made effort not to strain himself too much, the kiss was something he did not allow to be interrupted. When she parted he offered a short smile. Shaking his head, "No. I am in good hands," he glanced over toward the twins who were busy working on the tank, making their efforts to listen in without being obvious about it. Passing back to see Dredgen and locking eyes with the man for a moment before focusing back on Raven.

"You just be certain you remain safe," he gave a smile, "And I will be waiting here for you when you return."

[Raven Cadera]

"As safe as I can be. You have my word."

It was hard, but she managed to let go off him after a few moments of shared silence while holding his hand. As much as she enjoyed all their conversations, it was a blessing to often not need words between them. He knew how hard this was for her as well without her voicing exactly how and why.

Her hand caressed his cheek in a parting gesture, as she spoke softly. "Ret'urcye mhi."

Finally stepping away, Raven picked up her helmet and placed it back on her head, shielding her emotions once more from everyone else, as she readied herself to leave.

[Meiyokashi]

Praxton returned the affection and watched her go. As she left the twins began to return to his side but waited in their own right. Dredgen leaned off his spot and walked up beside Raven, put a hand on her nearest shoulder for a solid pat but said nothing else. Prepared to move out and catch up with Kagr and the others aboard the ship.

[Raven Cadera]

Her head turned slightly to Dredgen's side, the t-visor facing him to acknowledge his presence and the gesture... a part of her wanted to ask if Praxton was really going to be ok (she was certain he would as she didn't suspect they would lie about that), how long he'd have to stay in a bacta tank (probably longer than either of them wanted)... all sorts of stupid questions that she only wanted assurances to rather than answers. The gaze turned back forward as they walked in silence.

Sighing deeply, she focused herself as they headed towards the ship. "Thank you, brother." He had been there to save Praxton's life. Words kind of fell short to express it, Raven felt.

[Dredgen]

"No need for thanks. Rarely agree with the bastard but-" he shook his head, rolled his shoulders. "Let's go kill ourselves a wolf-chested bastard of our own. Instead of all these words," he chuckled, a bit of a distraction to his tone but he stepped forward.

[Raven Cadera]

"Hey," she elbowed him in the side. Which of course did nothing more than to make the sound that armor made when it banged together. Hardly the first time she'd done that to him. "That's my partner you're talking about."

While it couldn't be seen, given the tone of her voice the distraction at least had worked for now, and she picked up her pace.


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