Mother of Pearl
A look of relief eased her worried features when Nik suddenly grabbed her hand, too concerned to flush or glare or produce a more Joza-like reaction. He didn’t seem too worse for the wear, at least he was conscious and able to move somewhat. At his comment, the look of concern for his well-being melted into a typical exasperated look from the woman a she rolled her eyes. “Both, I g—“ Joza suddenly stopped short as he brought a hand up to wipe away the makeup that covered her scar, and if she hadn’t been so startled with his actions she might have sighed and tossed a displeased look his sway. “Shut up,” She mumbled softly, but didn’t make a move to push his hand away. The touch actually felt…nice.
“O-oh.” Content to stay like this for a while, Joza was sudden pulled back to the temple by Nikias. I think I lost too much blood. Even though my wounds are mainly blunt… Nodding at his request and eager to get herself away from that train of thought, the Zeltron took his arm and put it over her shoulder. She lifted him to the best of her ability and attempted to support his weight the best she could. Joza’s body had strengthened since she began her training as a Jedi, but she had still sustained some injuries that left her strength wavering. Luckily Nikias was not mortally wounded as she didn’t think she’d be able to carry him.
“Your telekinetic powers have grown. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Padawan do something like that.” She commented before lapsing into a thoughtful silence for a few moments. They slowly moved inside the shelter of the dilapidated temple, the humidity rising from the rain. “I’d offer to take you as an official Padawan, but honestly…I wouldn’t be a good teacher. And you’re on the cusp of Knighthood yourself.” She tilted her gaze toward him as she finally spoke, eyes wandering along the temple walls as her words faded. “But, I’m always available if you’d like to spar or meditate. Or talk and whatever.”
[member="Nikias"]
“O-oh.” Content to stay like this for a while, Joza was sudden pulled back to the temple by Nikias. I think I lost too much blood. Even though my wounds are mainly blunt… Nodding at his request and eager to get herself away from that train of thought, the Zeltron took his arm and put it over her shoulder. She lifted him to the best of her ability and attempted to support his weight the best she could. Joza’s body had strengthened since she began her training as a Jedi, but she had still sustained some injuries that left her strength wavering. Luckily Nikias was not mortally wounded as she didn’t think she’d be able to carry him.
“Your telekinetic powers have grown. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Padawan do something like that.” She commented before lapsing into a thoughtful silence for a few moments. They slowly moved inside the shelter of the dilapidated temple, the humidity rising from the rain. “I’d offer to take you as an official Padawan, but honestly…I wouldn’t be a good teacher. And you’re on the cusp of Knighthood yourself.” She tilted her gaze toward him as she finally spoke, eyes wandering along the temple walls as her words faded. “But, I’m always available if you’d like to spar or meditate. Or talk and whatever.”
[member="Nikias"]