"Ah, yeah. Cozy." A nervous smile was returned to the grin as Kahlil watched
Valery Noble
. Ah, right. R6 wouldn't just lead her into his room or anything personal. .. Probably. As the Jedi Master turned around he sent a pointed glare towards his droid companion. Not that the droid could really answer the unspoken question he had for it, though. Not without alerting their guest.
"Feel free to make yourself at home. There's not much, but I think we got some food? Do be bud?" The droid beeped. It wasn't an answer, more a reminder that he needs to go shopping. He laughed, nervously, and nodded.
"Right.. Help yourself to whatever." Kahlil flashed a smile to Valery. It was the least he could offer.
He let out a sigh as he stepped onto his ship. Did it really matter at this point? Probably not. The ramp closed behind him as R6 drifted off to the cockpit. This wasn't the place to hang around, after all. Within moments they were off the ground and in space. Enough time for him to get to the medbay and start setting up some bacta for the various wounds he had.
Superficial burns, mostly. But the bruised ribs were gonna suck. At least he was wrong in thinking they were broken. The man winced as he tugged off his tattered shirt, tossing it towards the trash but not bothering to see if it landed. Then applied the various patches. He had enough on hand to handle these kinds of wounds.
While he never planned on getting hurt, it was just a common part of his life. Another wince as he set a patch on a rather dark bruise over his ribs.
".. Just this weak, huh.." He spoke to himself, his gaze growing distant. All he wanted was to protect people, yet he couldn't protect himself? What kind of irony was that? Denying power to help others only to need power to be able to do anything. Kahlil plopped down on the med table, laying out.
He really needed to figure this out.