Shiraya's Odyssey
Equipment: Lightsaber
Location: Hyperspace
Tag: Lily Decoria
As Briana approached the infirmary's gleaming doors, the acrid tang of bacta and sterilizing agents that clung heavily inside those rooms assaulted her. In recent years it'd become an all-too-familiar scent, one she'd come to resent, as it often served as nothing more than a reminder of the many battles endured not just by her, but by those dearest to her in the constant pursuit of a harmonious galaxy.
One would think she'd be accustomed to this by now, the routine of it all, but there was no reconciling the gut-wrenching sensation of being faced with an injured loved one or comrade; when all you could do in those moments was helplessly watch and wait, praying they'd emerge on the other side largely unscathed — physically and mentally.
The doors whispered open and closed as she entered the room, finding Lily confined to a small cot surrounded by healing machinery, the sounds of soft beeps and mechanical murmurings blending with the ambient sounds coming from the ship carrying them back to Coruscant.
Any inclination to reprimand Lily for being where she wasn't supposed to was buried away—Briana herself bore a long history cluttered with errors and hard-won lessons, something that'd been essential towards her own growth. Right now, her priority lay in nurturing Lily's mind and spirit, empowering her Padawan to grow stronger in the face of mistake and adversity, just as she herself had done countless times before.
"How you holding up there kiddo?" Briana asked, her gaze soft as she came to sit on the edge of her bed, gently brushing aside stray strands of hair from Lily's face.