Korrl was contemplating a few likely looking hijackers, and menacing them silently from afar with his shoulders set and his arms crossed, when he spotted the blue twilek leaving the building.
She looked sober. Very sober.
And Korrl didn’t blame her a bit.
He went around, opened the door. She slipped in as he held it, grave silent, and he shut it gently and returned to his seat, to start it up, lift them off, and lay in for his landing pad up topside. He left the radio off. His passenger propped her head on the inside of the window.
Eventually Korrl sighed.
“If I’d told you, you would have wanted to go anyway.”
“Yeah,” she mumbled back.
“Going to try to help?”
Ashi shook her head. Ko couldn’t help but notice her lekku, always so expressive on twilek, were twined around her shoulders, effectively shutting her mood down tight. Still, he arched an eyebrow, glancing her over. “You sure, starlight?”
“Yeah. He gambles. That’s not a sick I can heal.”
“Ah.”
Korrl banked to begin their ascent, buzzing around causeways half-thinking, following the breaks in traffic.
“Decided where you’re going?”
“Viscara,” Ashi sighed out.
“With me?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s going to be the long way around, then.”
“That’s alright,” Ashi said, turning her head to look at him, just as they broke the planet’s surface. “I need the time.”
So they rose up through the forest of glass and metal, out into the sunlight, and it splashed across her face, and Korrl reflected that she bore an odd look. Not tired, not peaceful, but maybe something else.
In the light of a new day, it seemed she’d found something - or left something behind.
Good for you, kid.
END.