Healing Hands (D2 EA, Open)

[Cole Ormont]

Cole gets really thoughtful at that. "Interesting."

[Ashla Vyliis]

Ashla looks at him. Is going to start a school here? I am not helping with that.

[Cole Ormont]

Ashla was astute, that was for certain, but what would I teach? What would be useful to these kids? The idea of asking for Ashla's help never crossed his mind.

I did, however, occur to him that his joke hadn't landed, but he was starting to assume that Ashla thought he had no sense humour. A little chime came from the datapad, holstered in the black pouch on his hip, and the medic straightened, running a hand through his hair.

"I think that's it for the day." He felt guilty for all the patients still waiting, but his back was aching, his medical kit needed replenishing, and he had plans and responsibilities for the afternoon.

[Ashla Vyliis]

Ashla nods. "Yeah. I gotta get going for Huttball. I guess, I'll see you tomorrow."

[Cole Ormont]

She's gone before he can follow up on that, but shrugs, gotta stop by my quarters first. He shakes hands with one of the shelter volunteers and heads out.


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