He had never looked so lifeless before and it had terrified her. The sight would haunt her for a long time, possibly forever. Saving him had been her only objective as she had worked tirelessly to tend to any injuries she could. His blood still decorated her face and garments like grotesque war paint. It had taken her considerable effort to focus and not break apart as she had roughly patched him up before he could be moved to get the necessary treatment in the medbay. Theresa was fond of the human Thrawn had sent to the Ascendancy. The memory of first meeting Eli Vanto crossed her thoughts. Deciding to keep a hold on the Ensign from now on, she supported him the rest of the way. She didn’t know what made her speak those words - best blame it on the day they were having. Lest you have survived the attack, only to sustain life-threatening injuries from tripping.” Her hand shot out to catch Ardit in a particularly dark corridor, his human eyes not able to pick out the obstacles. The occasional flickering lights were starting to get on Theresa’s nerves, her face contorting in disdain. Destruction lay behind and ahead of them as Mitth’ere’sabosen and Ensign Ardit walked towards the medbay, passing through several dark or dimly lit corridors.
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