Spitfire Soul, Heart of Gold
All's Fair In-
Outfit: Clothing | Right Arm | Glove
Weapons: Lightsaber | Vibrosword
Though a day or so had passed since the sparring match with Aris Noble , Azurine still couldn't creep back the feeings of guilt she had at just how it had ended. To her, it had been all fun and games, even getting knocked down like that, but the way she watched the boy slowly spiral like he'd been thrown into vast space without a lifeline punched her soul so hard that it left more marks than his fists ever did.
Of course, she did what Connel had asked of her (even if she mentally complained about it the whole time), and had been cleared by medics within the span of half an hour. By the time she'd gone back to gather her water bottle and other things, everyone had cleared out, leaving her hoping she hadn't screwed up too poorly. Even if he had mentioned limiting injuries next time, she still felt like she needed to do something to make up for it.
So, when she was moving through the library and finally spotted him for the first time since then, she didn't hesitate in the slightest. Shoving the holobook she'd been reading under her arm, she walked quickly over to him in hopes of catching him before he moved on to another spot. Luckily for her, there were no visible marks from the fight, having had plenty of time for her quick healing to take care of most of them. She may still have had the smallest remains of a bruise on her chest under her clothing, but he didn't need to know that.
"How's your head, Hotshot? Or more like your ego, really," she said with a quick, teasing grin. Even knowing he was probably just fine, she hoped the joke might keep the air light. She focused solely on the view of his aura, though, just to be certain. "Got any plans after this? I kind of owe you after you put up such a fight, lunch sound fair to you?"
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