Quite a lot had happened indeed.
The ship had reached a space station somewhere in the Mid Rim. Iris was swept away by medics, along with the wounded who could be saved. The remaining crew on board were summarily arrested by the local authorities, and the bodies of the dead were carried away.
Kai took the time to throw on a jumpsuit he scrounged from somewhere, but otherwise he spent the time running around, helping with the wounded, rounding up pirates, giving an eyewitness account to the police. As long as he kept busy, he didn’t have time to think about Iris or all that had happened to her.
At a certain point, though, there was nothing left for him to do. In a final last ditch effort to keep his mind occupied, he had actually gotten into talks with the impound team, haggling over the ship. Asking how much it would cost, despite having nowhere near enough money to purchase a ship of his own, especially not one of this caliber. And yet, something about him must have moved the customs officer to offer it to him for free. A “spoil of war” he called it. A battle prize for the noble Jedi warrior.
After all that, Kai had finally forced himself to pay Iris a visit in the hospital. While he was certain she wasn’t dead—he’d have felt it if she did pass away—he had no idea how she was doing or what the extent of her injuries were. He went in not knowing what to expect.
…and found her awake and sitting up in bed.
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Iris?> He stood in the doorway, peering in at her. Taking a cautious step forward, he approached her bedside. She looked… better. Alive. Not yet healthy, but recovering. It was a few seconds before he projected his thoughts to her again; his mind had closed off to hide the hot spike of his emotions upon seeing her. <
How are you feeling?>