Private Into the Past

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring

Valery's gaze softened as Kahlil spoke, his calm confidence grounding her in the aftermath of their battle. Without hesitation, she stepped closer and wrapped her arms around him in a firm, comforting embrace. She lingered for a moment, her head resting against his shoulder, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothe her.

"I love you," she murmured softly, her voice filled with gratitude and warmth. She pulled back slightly to look up at him, her amber eyes glowing with determination and affection.

"I agree — we'll reach out for help. There are others who would want to be part of this. But before any of that," her tone shifted, becoming more authoritative, "You’re getting that hand healed." Her eyes locked onto his, unwavering, leaving no room for argument. "You’ve done enough pushing through pain for one day."

Valery’s expression softened again as her hands rested gently on his chest. "Besides, I want you to lead the restoration. You’ve done an incredible job with New Cov, and I know you can do the same here." Her lips curled into a proud smile. "This Temple deserves your touch, your vision."

She tilted her head slightly, her tone playful now, "But only once you’re patched up. Deal?"

Kahlil Noble ​

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"I know."

Kahlil smiled, though chuckled as she brought his burnt hand into the equation. Pushing through pain was a problem, was it? It was as natural as breathing for him, but perhaps that was a problem. He glanced to it once again, the wound, as he nodded. "Then let's get back to the ship, and we can get it fixed up. Then I'll put out a call for more help, mm?"

Valery Noble