Don't Stop Believin', Hold onto that Feelin'

[Jonathon Patches]

A smug grin found it's way to his lips as he ordered two more Corellian Whiskeys, at one of the more quieter bars. He'd had enough of Mack's attitude; or at the very least, wanted someone who didn't mind being called Mack. It was quieter here, as people were still pouring into the room for the entrance, and hadn't quite made there way to this far corner of the room. A few people sat and chatted idly, but for the most part, most people were interested in watching the celebrities and politicians pour into the room.

There would be time for that later, he mused to himself, casually observing as he took one of the whiskeys, and raised it to his lips. The second one remained on the bar, untouched, as if waiting for something or someone.

Patches was a patient man though, preferring to keep a low profile, and not get caught up with all the hustle and bustle of the event. He would do his part, donate some portion of his small fortune, but he didn't have any plans to make a scene or be noticed.

Always in the background, never in the foreground he mused to himself.

So there he stood, casually sipping his drink and observing for the time being.

 

[Corey's OOC]

See? Marek really did need to be kept on lock down. He was here with, well, no one he owned the casino. So that could mean everyone, or anyone willing for him to give company to. Sure, he was drinking with miss [member="Danger Arceneau"], trade queen and his mentor in the way of business, but Marek also subscribed to the thought of hedonism, and loved every moment of his life in that vein. He cared for the redhead, but he knew that one thing about Danger was she could handle herself.

And Danger so caught him. But she was always accepting of Marek's trollop ways. He smiled and raised his glass to the toast. New ventures. Leaning closer to the redhead, he nodded. “You need anything, you know, now, or in the future, you give me a call.”

Maybe a bit of adrenaline, and excitement but when he left his seat near Danger, he did give her a squeeze on the knee. He thought to kiss her cheek, but yeah, that'd end poorly. This could've been translated either supportive or y'know flirtatious, and was probably meant both ways.

Turning his attention to [member="Tmoxin Temi"]. “Don't mind if I do.” He said, pulling up a seat and making a nod to the bartender. He'd be covering the tab, because, well, Marek Starchaser.

“So, CEO? Sometimes work is good, keeps us away from the planets we love, but that keeps us safe.” Not wanting to discuss business, he accepted the drink, a match for the wine the woman was sipping.

“The vineyards are.. were... very good. Smuggler's Red is a wonderful blend.” As for business or pleasure. “In my chosen path, the line gets blurred between the two. Yourself?”

 

[Ellie Mors]

The moment she heard the ringing she frowned, she could have sworn she'd turned off his communicator before they walked in, and she moved to hand Alric his water when she felt a sudden thump in her right ring finger, where her rock of an engagement ring was situated. The band around her finger was like a stethoscope, giving her a reading of his heartbeat in generally a heart-felt, pleasing, sort of way. But the moment it sped up like the beat of a drum was the moment she pushed aside the glass, sent it careening across the tabletop, and screamed - Alric had slumped directly into her as he grunted her name. She'd never seen someone experience a heart attack or stroke, let alone been in the same general area as one who had, so to say she was panicked was by far an understatement. Combine the fact that it was Alric experiencing it and that panic was both justified and doubled. Luckily she had taken her medication just a few hours prior to their arrival, otherwise she wasn't sure she could have handled the situation at all - even with the medication she found her hands shaking, herself stuttering, and breath ragged. "Alric? Someone help!" She shouted, certainly not a doctor and thus completely confused. She couldn't see him outright, she didn't know what to do, and with every passing second she felt her fiance's life slip away. Rather than try to support his weight and keep him upright she lowered him to the floor and tried to keep him laying flat on his back, placing her ear against his chest even though logically she could feel his pulse, or lack thereof, in her hand.

Gasps echoed about her but no one stepped up when she asked for help, perhaps too afraid, too shocked, to act. Perhaps he had enemies in this circle that were indifferent to him. She didn't know, and frankly she didn't care about that - she wanted him to live, to survive. But what could she do? She wasn't a Jedi, she did not learn the methods of healing - the closest thing to recovery she'd learned was the ability to siphon the life of another to revitalize her own. The realization of her inability to perform the most simple of tasks sunk in, and she froze. The sound of people scrambling about, people talking, they all blurred together like background noise, a white noise. Someone else moved down to help Alric, pushing her aside, and the expression frozen on her face, along with the lack of awareness, was quite telling that the woman was having difficulty handling the situation - having taken her medication to suppress her mood swings for her bipolar disorder or not.

[member="Alric Kuhn"] [member="Danger Arceneau"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Silara"] [member="Danger Arceneau"]

The man that pushed Silara aside was luckily a doctor.

At these events there were bound to be more than a few of those, either they were attending or they were simply invited in case something went wrong. This one in particular was a guest, he was the premier cardiologist on Corellia, having been absent from his world when the planet had been destroyed. He had apparently recognized Alrics symptoms, and had come to his aid almost immediately.

He touched Alrics throat, checking for a pulse, checked him over, then nodded.

“He's having a heart attack.”

From his coat pocket he pulled a small syringe filled with an odd blue liquid, a mix of bacta, adrenaline, and half a dozen other chemicals. The product was designed to stop heart attacks, breaking up the clot within Alrics heart and breaking it apart to allow for regular rhythm to continue. Why was the man carrying this? Because he was a doctor and Chris rolled a natural one hundred on his dice roll.

The syringe was bashed into Alrics chest.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Bright Star Entertainment
The Soul of Corellia
Heart Shaped Box

Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice​

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​

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"Alric? Someone help!"

​

"Aeri." came the prompt command, the pit of Danger's stomach churning as she began to take flight.

Aeri was already well ahead of her mistress. The woman was efficient, her hand pressed to her ear and moving forward, summoning the local security and medics to the grandhall. There was more to her actions than met the eye, but that was neither here nor there.

For now, the low murmur of shock and surprise would go rippling much like a tidal wave. Some would wonder what was the cause of it?
The words, 'He is having a heart attack' would rush like wildfire. To some that was a measure of relief, at least it wasn't some sort of an assassination attempt. To others, it held little appeal. For Danger, her own heart threatened to shatter from the awful truth of those words.

She felt her heart pound so hard she feared it would hammer right through her rib cage, weaving past the crowd of spectators until she would reach the eye of the storm.

There, laying half cognizant and several shades paler than Danger had ever seen him, was a man she held to the greatest amount of affection and care. Danger didn't see the woman sprawled upon the floor some feet beside Alric. No, she only saw the man and the wicked looking syringe that would pump what manner of drugs straight into his heart. That internal shudder would only flare to a visible tremble of her hands.

The cracks in her mask would show. Then again. Alric always had that ability no?

Her face would blanch, the color draining from her face. It was all about reactions you see. Instinct. What one would do in that point in time with the choices presented.

Alric.

Danger took a step forward, fully intending to sink on her knees beside Alric. A coral hand with a vice like grip would take hold of her arm, preventing her from doing exactly that.

"He requires medical attention." was the single reminder, a firm expression that would wash over the Zeltron's face. Her pheromones were blasting now, incorporating like a mind numbing cloud throughout the small area with the full intention to calm. Panicking was not going to do anyone, nor Alric any favors, as much as Aeri knew that Danger wanted to be at the man's side.

Serenity and a sense of growing peace would press upon Danger like a smothering blanket. This was no gentle coax, but a deliberate dampening of Danger's panic, fear, shock, and dismay.

Aeri had her pros and cons after all.

Nails would curl, drawing bloody crescents. That was sensible. Rational. But when was someone rational in moments like this? What did she have on her? Naught but a vial of Aspha and even then, while the miracle drug could bring a man from the brink of death, there was no guarantee that was the most suitable of choices when it meant Alric's life.

Then again, like her namesake, was one to make that gamble if it meant saving it. If whatever that doctor did didn't work...

"Clear the area," came Aeri's firm order, medics and security rushing through the crowd, encouraging the patrons back.

Hands would reach down by [member="Silara"], circling round the blind woman with a gentleness to encourage her to stand. It was a dark haired Epicanthix security guard, along with a young female Twi'lek -- a medic.

"Ma'am, are you alright?" she would ask, her large blue eyes dwarfing her olive face. A small medical scanner would soon be waved in front of the Sith Lord, the Security guard intending to draw her back from the prone body of the medics now surrounding Alric Kuhn.

Two medics brought a small round disk. A push of a button would activate and extend the hover emergency carrier. Meanwhile, the best Cardiologist in the 'verse would hover over the CEO of Titan Industries.

A Corellian born and raised, the doctor would uphold an oath he took to preserve life. Granted, he had no clue who the man laying before him in the throes of a heart attack was, but he didn't care.

The flop of dark chestnut hair would fall over his forehead, three creases would wrinkle there as the bearded male would watch Alric with a critical eye. Two fingers would be pressed to Alric's jugular, testing the rhythm.

The next few seconds would mean life or death for the Titan.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

The Corellian beside her appeared to be as evasive about his background as she was. Which signaled to Tmoxin that he was of the same racketeering mindset. Or maybe he didn't like people nosing in his business. Either way, she wasn't going to pry. "I'm here on pleasure," she replied. "I grew up in a politically minded family on Hapes." She shrugged. "I basically had my sweet sixteen party at a charity event... of course, at the time, I would have rather had it at this type of establishment." She laughed, enjoying her wine and the relaxing atmosphere, away from the normal bedlam that accompanied the Red Ravens.

Suddenly she heard a commotion behind her. It looked distinctly like a paramedic team was giving emergency treatment to one of the guests. "Oh my what's going on over there?" she asked the Corellian next to her. "I hope whoever that is will be okay."

[member="Marek Starchaser"]

 

[Corey's OOC]

“Ah, Hapan.” He nodded, taking a sip of his wine, giving her another once over. As for avoiding? Nah, Marek wasn't opposed to racketeering, or making the galaxy work for him in that style, but it was mainly he didn't want to scare a pretty thing off because he owned the ship they were on. “What brings you out this way? Family? Or the karma score?” He smirked. “And I'm not sure we do parties for sixteen year olds, depends on planetary regulations, with controlled substances.” The Corellian nodded.

There wasn't much Marek could do in a crisis like this. The Force was on the fritz and well, he wasn't a doctor. He did telekinesis, he altered weather. He wasn't going to be saving people from heart attacks. The fact that it was away from him wasn't helping, as he wasn't even paying attention at the moment. And he knew that the best of the best Corellia had to offer were here, unless they were on the homeworld before it happened.

He craned his neck. “Not sure what's going on.” He could see Danger over there. But she hadn't called him over, meant they could handle it.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Ellie Mors]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_fuZdtdVP5o[/media]​

To experience a loss of life - or even a potential one - was akin to the greatest of mental traumas that the human body will ever undergo. The pain is so great that it chills the bone, muscles ache, and joints creak. The mind itself cannot comprehend the pain that wracks the body and only brings a flood of tears from the eyes to compensate, and oddly a truly ironic smile of longing. The heart flutters, the lungs quake, skin pulls back, and everything simply.. hurts. Most of this is based upon the sight, the confirmation, of that body, the unspoken question, the murmur in the hearts of the broken. 'Alric?' She wanted to speak, to bring her thoughts into words, but her instincts pushed them down, instead driving out a croak, a hoarse cry, and the pain of what she felt was an inevitable loss - a loss she had tried to avoid by compensating limb and sight - overwhelmed her body, sending her reeling back and away from his prone body, shaking, her unblinking silver eyes wide and staring, as if she could see the truest of renditions of the reality before her - the living force within Alric as it shuddered and waned.

Her untanned white skin became ghostly pale and the sobs that started to drive themselves out of her, unwilling, broke her posture apart. The Twi'lek's words were lost on her, hands moving to her head to run fingers through her hair in panic. What was supposed to be a day without stress, a vacation of sorts for the Tetan and his fiance, had become a volatile cocktail of insurmountable pain and worry. Perhaps Silara was not yet into hysterics - luckily her medication had lessened the extremes her emotions would reach - but she was certainly all but a broken woman at this point, and the inability to see Alric, to hear his voice, to do anything to help, even with all of the knowledge, the power, at her disposal was simply too much. Could her tear ducts still function, she would have found herself covered in a stream of tears.

[member="Alric Kuhn"] [member="Danger Arceneau"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Silara"] [member="Danger Arceneau"]

The Titan suddenly animated.

A loud gasping breath, a shutter of pain and a draw of air into his lungs. He almost rushed to his feet, save for the hand of the doctor that was holding him in place. His eyes shot open, bright piercing blue looking around, searching, crimson filled one of them, a blood vessel having popped within the white of his eye. His breath was ragged and hoarse, his hand came up and clutched his chest.

“Kark!” He let out hoarsely, his hand trying to grasp the needle in his chest and pull it out.

“Sir!”

The voice broke through to him, and the doctor that had been leaning over him looked as though he was about to smack Alric. The Tetan flinched, out of fear or perhaps misunderstanding. The doctor of course did not slap Alric, but instead would lay his finger on the mans throat.

There he would feel a steady, but weak pulse, something that would be mimicked by Silaras ring.

“Silara?” Alric asked weakly, almost silently, his voice straining, his chest still rising and falling. “Where is she?”

The pulse grew stronger. “Where is my wife?”

Married or not, it was the the title in his head. His heart beat, panic setting into him. The Doctor pressed a hand to him, forcing him to stay down.

“Sir. You had a heart attack. I need you to stay calm.”

Alric looked at the doctor, confusion, fear, anger.

“SOMEONE FIND HIS WIFE!”

The doctor screamed at those in the crowd, not realizing that he had been the one to push Silara away. He tried to explain to Alric what had happened, tried to Tell the man that he had had a mild myocardial infarction. Due to stress and a host of other problems a clot had built up within his vein, one that when it struck the heart had caused the muscle to seize and stop, causing Alrics symptoms and his inevitable fainting.

Of course that information was useless to Alric, all he wanted was the woman he loved.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Bright Star Entertainment
The Soul of Corellia
Wicked Game

What a wicked game to play, ​

...to make me feel this way.​

​

Well, few words could freeze a woman stone sober than those.

Frankly, it was a good thing Aeri held her that tightly. Tight enough to leave bruises under the black silk glove she wore. Serenity was her pillar. Calm was her foundation. That they were artificial in nature had nothing to do with it.

One had to get it together even when everything fell apart.

Ain't what mattered anyway. Not here, not now. All that was left was to ensure that Alric was safe and stabilized. Years of making herself a pillar of strength in the face of adversity would help her now.

"Go get her." came Danger's order, but considering the woman not a few feet apart was breaking down, it was not hard to guess who would be Alric's 'wife'

Danger couldn't let herself dwell on that. Instead, she would jerk her arm from Aeri's grasp. The look that would pass between them would be enough to freeze Mustafar over in a permanent ice age.

She never had to be coddled before, she damn well sure wasn't going to now.

"Ain't me who needs it now." came her curt reply, and Aeri was left with a choice. Her objective, single objective, was to keep Danger safe. But even then, there were times where she well knew that there would be no stopping her.

Aeri gave a short nod, her attention drifting from the Trade Queen over towards the growing hysterical woman. Short steps would bring her over to [member="Silara"] . A low murmur would be cast over to the Twi'lek medic, an apology, before bending down to gently bring Silara to her feet.

Now instead of Danger, it would be Silara that would reap the rewards of the emotional manipulation of a Zeltron at full force. The blanket of serenity and tranquility would push upon the woman, Aeri quietly telling her to, "Breathe Miss...just breathe."

"Gonna need to you to calm down for what he be requesting. " It was to bring her to a notable level of calm, and if anything a Zeltron was good for, was to ensure that negative emotions were quickly dampened.

Danger on the other hand, was able to satisfy her earlier desire. Worry would carve her pale face, knowing full well that while she wasn't the one he was asking for, she had to make sure for herself.

She had to see he was okay.

"Alric." her voice would call to him, sinking beside the prone man, reaching for his hand. " The doctor needs you to calm down...Try to breathe now and relax."

Twin brown eyes would lock upon her face, searching her expression. The Corellian Cardiologist. There was an expectation there.

"Are you his wife?" came the question, and truth be told, it chilled her to the core.

A subtle wash of emotion would twitch over her features, as if she was bracing herself for a pain she knew all too well.

"No, Sir. I'm not."

For a knife wound straight to the heart.

"Then I need you to step away."

 

[Jonathon Patches]

[member="Danger Arceneau"] [member="Alric Kuhn"] [member="Silara"]

Good actor, Patches mused to himself, observing from afar as the gentleman went down in a heap, giving his best "heart attack" rendition rather than deal with what was clearly an awkward situation with Miss Arceneau and the other women. Of what the situation was, Patches was not certain - nor did he particularly care - but he figured it wasn't a pleasant one, if the gentleman was going to go so far as to fake a heartache.

The women whom was unfamiliar Patches, perhaps either falling for the farce or playing it up - he wasn't quite certain which from this distance - became hysterical, and turned what was already a scene into a public affair, as it caught the attention of most everyone in the room. The kind of attention that Patches wanted to avoid, so he decided it was best to keep his distance. The calls for a doctor soon followed, and this only re-enforced Patches inkling to keep his distance.

Oh no, I'm not falling for that again, he thought to himself, recalling a past event where his cover story was a doctor. Unfortunate for him that his "bluff" was called when a gentleman suffered what in Patches medical opinion - keeping in mind, he has none - a stroke. Jonathon wouldn't have done anything more than keep the man comfortable until the real medics showed up at the time too, were it not for the extremely attractive woman whom was watching, and left him with little choice but to do his best "Doctor" impression.

It would have worked too, had the gentleman suffering the stroke not turned out to be her husband, he recalled with a feint smile.

A few moments passed, as what Patches surmised was a real doctor arrived on scene.

Ok... maybe he's not faking...

What seemed like long moments passed, as the doctors and those attending on scene went through a checklist, and the man still appeared unresponsive. What was more concerning, was the hysterical women's increasing reaction, the look on Danger's face, and Patches swore he was on the outskirts of some Zeltron witchcraft, as he was overcome with a sense of slight calming.

He tilted his head to the right, as he came to a conclusion that presumably everyone else had already realized. Yup... definitely not faking.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Perhaps it was the calming aura of the Zeltron and her pheromones, or perhaps it was the sound of Alric's voice calling out to her that got her attention, but in either case her hysterics stopped, though not quite as abruptly as one would like to imagine, and she weakly accepted the woman's request, focusing first and foremost on regaining her calm through breathing. In that moment she was herself, not a Sith Lord, not the manipulative zealot of the Dark Lord of the One Sith, not some broken woman consumed by her emotions - emotions that had bled out like the tidal waves of repressed memories - but rather Silara Jendri, known better as Silara Vantai. The shouts of the doctor didn't quite raise her levels of alarm, although as she got to her feet she could hear the voice of another woman, someone speaking to Alric, and her heart skipped a beat. For a moment she nearly set into panic, something the Zeltron's pheromones were doing a rather grand job of keeping her from, as she heard a man ask if she was his wife. The momentary silence between the question and her answer seemed like the infinite of the void, and she was only calmed by the uneasy 'no'.

For a moment she seemed to blank out, forgetting herself and the events of the room, dazed perhaps, while she dwelled on the what-if scenario of another answer by the woman. Suddenly she felt very cold and drifted back to reality as the doctor requested the woman to move away - while she herself moved slowly, blindly, towards Alric, her steps slow and uneasy. It was clear the woman was visually impaired, completely incapable of physical sight, and the Zeltron's calming had done well to dry the proverbial tears of the Titan's fiance, but the cold shudder of her heart made seeing through the force a tricky thing - inanimate objects for one were nearly impossible to detect at the moment, and her trembling steps with outreached arms made it obvious to a fault. Things started to piece themselves together as she slowly slid back into her everyday feeling of calm, which lessened her staggering and lent to her force sight. "Alric?" She asked, a small, smooth, hand extending from her right towards his scruffy chin. "I am his fiance, Silara." She said, not quite stammering anymore, to the doctor. All she wanted was for her soon-to-be husband to be okay, and for once she realized how he had felt every time she took it upon herself to do something that was suddenly more dangerous due to her lack of adjusting to blindness.

[member="Alric Kuhn"], [member="Danger Arceneau"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Silara"] [member="Danger Arceneau"]

“Danger?” Alric said in recognition as the woman knelt by his side.

His head shook slightly in confusion, though there was a slight relief on his face. Danger Arceneau had saved his life more than once, and having her there at his side was at least somewhat calming. Still, that hint of panic still rushed through him, that hurt, that need, he didn't quite understand where it came from, he didn't quite understand half of what was going on.

“Where...” He trailed off, his eyes looking away from one redhead and searching for another. “Where's Silara?”

Confusion and fear dominated his eyes, a striking expression that Danger would have seen only once before, years ago on Tatooine.

It spiked for a second, pupils growing large and iris' shrinking as a hand suddenly touched his face, turning his head away from Danger and towards another woman. Elation crossed his features, calm found his heart and the erratic beat that had been thumping in his chest suddenly turned to a steady controlled pulse.

He smiled slightly, his hand weakly reaching up to grasp the palm on his face, wrapping the tiny digits in his own.

“My little songbird come home.” Alric said quietly, though what exactly he meant was impossible to say. He was still delirious, tired, and still feeling as though half of the world wasn't even real. Yet he felt Silara's touch, and that was enough.

“Ma'am, we need to get him out of here.”

The Doctor now spoke to Silara, supposing that she was in charge of Alrics medical well being, what with his current state. Before he could continue however Alric shifted slightly, weakly squeezing Silara's hand before turning to Danger. “Thank you for finding her.”

Confusion still reigned within his head, but he found it didn't matter as he turned back to stare at Silara, satisfaction and peace within his eyes.

The medics meanwhile began to surround him, placing a medical stretcher beneath him and slowly lifting him off the ground, giving Danger and Silara enough time to rise and stay at his side.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Bright Star Entertainment
The Soul of Corellia
Wicked Game

The 'verse is on fire​

and no one can save me but you.​

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​

Silara.

So that was her name.

It didn't matter much now. It was what it was. In any event, what was important was one person only.

Alric.

"Well someone has to save your hide, Kuhn" came the familiar drawl, thick as honey with a tremor only the most intimate of souls would recognize. While Silara's hand would stroke his cheek, and his hand curl round her own, Danger would would take stock at the situation.

Most folk would wonder why a woman would pay so much attention to man. Then again, most folks knew right well that Danger Arceneau was in a class of her own. Hospitality bled from her veins along with classic Companion comfort. This wasn't too out of place for the woman, much the less if it had something to do with a CEO big enough to warrant attention. The woman had connections, it was in her interest to keep them bridges wide open.

None would know that this went deeper than mere hospitality.

If anything, her experience set her in place with a turadium spine. That initial wave of helplessness washing free at the realization that the man who'd lay there upon the hover stretcher was going to be okay. Up she rose, the thick swath of black fabric crinkling about her like a black train.

With Aeri there spilling out her pheromones and what have you of calm, folk were starting to clear. Danger of course, readied herself for the best sabaac face she could gather in the galactic finals. Ain't done ten years of playing a role to lose it to easily, no not now.

For Danger had recognized all too well that look on Alric's face when he started asking for the other. It was much as it had been when he begged and pleaded that she save Fiona and Violet from flames that would burn them alive.

NO! NO! NO!
SAVE THEM! WHY? NO! SAVE THEM!
THEY DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!
Why? Why did they have to die?

She remembered it well. The deep wracked sobs that shook him to the bone. The tears that mingled in the mud, blood, and sweat. That was a fear that came straight from the lock box one kept in the pit of the mind, chain linked and padlocked against the hope that it will never rise up.

Step away they might have told her, but she wasn't gonna. The expression set upon her face said that she wasn't one to be swayed -- nor set aside.

So while the medics went to prep round him, taking his vitals as they made ready to move, Danger's hand went drifting to the Tetan to take his hand in a firm grip.

"Ain't no thanks needed. You'd done the same." she'd drawl in a low tone, pasting a faint smile in her face.

And he'll never notice what truly lay therein the depths of her green eyes. Dense as he was. Perhaps that was her one ace in the deck. That he would never know.

Should never know.

"We are moving now ma'am." came the warning, and in that the medics would start to crowd round. While the patient would ask for his beloved to stay by his side, it wasn't practical to say the least. Not while they were moving him.

The next few minutes would see Danger Arceneau do what she knew all to well was the role she had to play. A best friend. Much like back in Corellia. Much like back years prior. Earlier still, to when she bore the burden of being someone else's pillar of strength. Of their method of carrying on.

Granted, in this case, there was a low sting of rejection that she couldn't quite take the bite out of. But that was neither here nor there. Instead, her green eyes would focus upon the slip of a girl who had been in hysterics. This close up and with her manner it was clear to see she had that token vulnerability that was only emphasized by the milky white of her eyes, like cataracts took hold over those oculars and robbed her of her sight.

Danger wasn't one to do wrong to one in need, much with a woman like [member="Silara"] handling things like she was. Granted, Danger had been taking strays well over a decade now. Perhaps, in this instance, it would be no different. So she pushed her emotion down deep, packed it away in that lockbox and tucked away the key.

So it was with this thought in mind that the Trade Queen of the 'verse would step to the side and on forward, letting go of Alric's hand, her buckling knees hiding that which she felt under the length of the thick black skirt.

One black glistaweb glove would soon find itself gently curling behind [member="Silara"]'s elbow. A surprise? Perhaps, considering the Taozin nodule pendant she kept round her at all times to make her all fuzzy to them Forcers of Hoodoo. However, there was no amount of Merrill what have you that would hide the words of comfort and support that would shower the blind woman.

"Come on Miz. Silara," a gentle encouragement would nudge for her to rest easy along her side, " I'll guide you right and proper beside him now." every intention of aiding the woman long beside [member="Alric Kuhn"] as the medics would start on their way. On passing she caught Aeri's wondering eyes.

Some might ask Danger if she knew what she was doing? Aiding the one that had by all accounts succeeded in where she failed.

Danger's reply would have only been this:

'I always know what I'm doing. It's what I've done that I'm not so sure about.'

 

[Ellie Mors]

The moment he spoke of his songbird she felt a burning in her nose and a knotting in her chest, not unlike the sensation of crying she had as a young child. It was those rare moments when he said something so small, so vastly unimportant to the situation, that she felt every ounce of her love him. She could feel her chest warm along with her fingers as he weakly grasped at them, and a soft smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "I'll be with you, forever." Came her soft whisper, and even though it wasn't the same sing-song hum he was used to - rather a bit raspy and unrefined - she hoped he would remember their reversed roles some months ago where she spoke a similar phrase between sobs. When the time came that he was to be moved she knew she couldn't keep up in her condition - it was incredibly odd, unlike her even, to be so disconnected with the force. Perhaps she'd grown used to it following having to abandon it entirely during the events on Coruscant where she literally lost all of her senses because of it - perhaps it was even subconsciously suppressed - but she'd not really noticed her lack of it, not with her fiance being carried off.

For a short while she stood and wondered what she should do - she could call for Kiran or someone else to take her to wherever [member="Alric Kuhn"] was going - but the sudden touch of a hand on her elbow brought her back to reality for what seemed like the upteenth time that day, and though she couldn't see, she still pivoted to face the other woman, one [member="Danger Arceneau"]. This time around she wasn't quite as fearful as she had been while Alric was hanging by a proverbial thread, but she was still rather confused and her expression showed it. "Alright." Came her short reply, not quite sure what else to say. It was a little strange, to her, to be directed along towards Alric and the medical team that took him, but she was content and the guiding hand was comforting, almost like a hand running through her hair - if that made any sense at all.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Silara"] [member="Danger Arceneau"]

Alric smiled at her, hand slowly slipping from his grasp as the medics carried him away.

He noticed in that moment that he didn't feel alone. It was an odd thing to think of at a time like this perhaps he should have thought of it before. Yet it came to him only then. For years he had been alone. Isolated from his family, detached from all but his sisters, and when they had died he had been completely by himself.

For two years he had been alone.

No family. No friends. No one.

His hands scrunched weakly against his chest as his thoughts whirled forward. Fingers curled against his now bare chest, a single thought tracing through his mind.

He wasn't alone.

Hee had proof of it. The look in their eyes had told him so. He had family. Two women who cared about him, one soon to be his wife and the other his best friend. It was funny how things changed, funny how it shifted. He smiled slightly, would he be a father soon? Would his family grow?

His fingers extended, flattening over his heart.

Alric certainly hoped so.