Distantly, she heard Sheeana's voice and the edges of humor within it.
Arha blinked a few times, only the lock of her body keeping her upright as she stared down at him. Fatigue blurred her vision, though the Force itself was still eddying through her in soft lapping waves. She expected it to leave, but it did not. It stayed. She watched Obi-Wan's lips move and it took a moment before she forced herself to put it into words that made sense.
Are you alright?
That was an interesting question. She was fine. And shaken. Her blue-within-blue eyes locked with Obi-Wan's then. She had no words to answer him with. None at all. Nor did her Mothers-Within. This had been more than unexpected, more than unheard of, more than most things she might have considered. The breath she'd let out was a soft hiss of noise. She was.
Different.
Arha worked the tight muscles in her body, forcing them to ease fractionally, and caught herself on Sheeana, rigid control (mind over body, always, always) keeping her upright. She didn't look away from Obi-Wan and it kept her centered as she fell back onto her knees, wordless, her fingers loose against his.
Fifteen minutes and she would be forced to sleep. Five and she would need to eat or the cramps and hungry gnawing would begin. But yes...she was alright. It was not accurate for what she was. Arha simply blinked.
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Arha blinked a few times, only the lock of her body keeping her upright as she stared down at him. Fatigue blurred her vision, though the Force itself was still eddying through her in soft lapping waves. She expected it to leave, but it did not. It stayed. She watched Obi-Wan's lips move and it took a moment before she forced herself to put it into words that made sense.
Are you alright?
That was an interesting question. She was fine. And shaken. Her blue-within-blue eyes locked with Obi-Wan's then. She had no words to answer him with. None at all. Nor did her Mothers-Within. This had been more than unexpected, more than unheard of, more than most things she might have considered. The breath she'd let out was a soft hiss of noise. She was.
Different.
Arha worked the tight muscles in her body, forcing them to ease fractionally, and caught herself on Sheeana, rigid control (mind over body, always, always) keeping her upright. She didn't look away from Obi-Wan and it kept her centered as she fell back onto her knees, wordless, her fingers loose against his.
Fifteen minutes and she would be forced to sleep. Five and she would need to eat or the cramps and hungry gnawing would begin. But yes...she was alright. It was not accurate for what she was. Arha simply blinked.