by Raela Ausar on Mon Jun 17, 2019 3:26 am
Raela got up, dressed in her thin slip, with a similar robe wrapped around her, also in black, carrying her medkit. She looked about as worse for wear as he did, her breathing a little ragged as she came over. "Lord Abasi... my apologies for the wait. You need medical attention," she said, sitting down. "Sit here, and I'll treat you."
Force Sensitive | Aspirant | Sith Pureblood | Imperial Noble | Alchemist | Lore-collector | Apprentice of Zash | No Sense of Direction
On Person: Long-range comlink, datapad, lightsaber
"Wait, hold on... Let me check my map."