in the footsteps of a stranger
Nirrah was getting a lot of attention and Efret was making slow progress as they moved through the streets of Corvala, the capital of Shili, towards the teahouse the master had suggested as a meeting spot. Efret was equally excited to see what holistic remedies for addressing the ails of space travel they offered and, if they did, to gauge Aaaine's reaction to traditional togruti medicine. The master hoped, perhaps against her better judgement, that the doctor would be open-minded to it, at least for this trip.
She could almost see her lips saying in the near future something to the effect of, "Surely you don't believe it, Efret. It is nothing but placebo." Instead of frustrating her, the possible response that she judged to be very in-character brought some strange comfort. Even a Jedi could stand to tease a friend.
But for now, Efret was busy responding to the many passing togruta who stopped her to admire Nirrah. They didn't faun over her like strangers elsewhere sometimes did, complimenting her feathers and long tail and wide eyes. To them, she was not a pet but the vessel of an ancestral spirit. As such, not one asked to pet her, which took away the burden on Efret to explain what a guide animal was and why it shouldn't be touched when working. Still, she responded to exclamations of awe and prayers of reverence.
She couldn't hold back a sigh of relief when she finally made it to the teahouse, let herself in, and found it mostly empty.
That meant she had some time to wait. Good. Hopefully it was enough to recover a bit from the excitement she had already endured. She picked a table for four in a particularly cozy corner of the room, sat, and began to peruse the turu-grass-bound drink menu.