What Are Your Gods?

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Hoth had been...chaotic.

Cedric's recovery had been slow thus far. Much of his flash had to be replaced by synth equivalents, and some of the more important bits had been laced with phrik plating. It wasn't the most comfortable of things, but he suspected he would grow used to it with the steady passage of time. He could, at the very least, walk properly once again.

The Jedi had come to rest upon a medical station orbiting the world of Meridies. The erstwhile companions he'd gathered around him had come to land here too, though some had taken their leave during his recovery. There was one in particular he needed to speak to.

She was a younger Jedi, one in which he saw great potential. There was something of a fire to her that he had seen in his other students - if he was to start this new order, then he would need people like her.

Thus it was that Cedric called [member="Eustachya"] to meet with him in one of the observation chambers on the top floor of the facility. The room was decorated with bits of flora and little else, each wall formed of transpariglass that allowed one to peer out into the stars beyond. Cedric waited there alone, clad in the dark robes of his homeworld, and meditated.

There was much to be discussed.

 

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Eustachya had bid Prennis and Idris to return to Kashyyyk without her. She would look after Cedric until his recovery found its end.

So she did, stay, and the long waiting game ensued.

Cooking had always been a calming activity to Eustacya from a tender age, but now it was even a bit meditative. She used it now to take care of both Cedric and herself. For days, the menu had remained the same: Soup and self-reflection, the first for him and the latter for her. She had not spoken much, though, to him, instead leaving food at his bedside before he woke. The reason escaped even her; Eustachya had never been antisocial, even since being thrust into her new and now old life at the Silver Rest.

Maybe that was it. Cedric was the first Jedi she had met since leaving the Order. Maybe she dread what he might say. Dread being judged. But when he asked to see her, ignoring the steady sinking of her heart, she wrapped herself in a light-colored himation and went to seek out the Master.

As she stepped into the defined room, Eustachya reached up one hand to push the cloth off her head. "Good cheer, Master," she announced her presence softly, though she was sure she hadn't needed to, but it was out of politeness more than necessity. "How heal your wounds?"

 

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"Good cheer indeed," Cedric snickered, evidently rather amused by the chosen greeting. He had sensed the woman's arrival long before she'd ascended to the upper atrium. The empyrean moved oddly about her, not akin to other Jedi he had come across. Most had an air of peaceful apathy about them, the result of botched teachings he often found. This one had a sense of reverence to her, as if the focus of her abilities was not on herself, but on divinity.

Much like himself.

"I can walk, and I can curse at my doctors properly when they poke the wrong spots, so I'd say it's come along rather well," he mused, drawing back his own cowl to meet her gaze. His visage was freshly scarred, his once aquiline features marred by shallow canyons carved through his flesh. His eyes were narrowed into shards of flint, "I wanted to speak with you. You've been feeding me for the past few days, and you stayed when the others went back to their lives, yet we've barely spoken a word."

He lofted a brow, "Am I frightening?"

[member="Eustachya"]

 

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Drawing her bottom lip into her mouth, Eustachya sighed quietly through her nose. "Not at all," she replied. It was the truth. He wasn't, personally. "What frightens me now more than ever are words." She neared Cedric just to walk past to a window instead.

"Forgive me my transgression," she continued, voice now a little hollow as she stared off among the stars, and it might occur to Cedric that she might not have been requesting that of him. Then again, she might well have.

Maybe still, a bit of both.

After the removed moment had passed, she turned and gave a shy grin. "I am here to repent. What do you wish to discuss?"

A strange way of speaking, indeed.

Before he could answer, she offered one answer, "I told Nurse Prennis I would stay." Eustachya canted her head slightly, but didn't skip a beat. "She needs rest. I felt it in her bones."