To Reacquaint

[Navaria Tarkin]

Navaria pressed the panel on the side of the door to illuminate her quarters.

Stepping aside, she gestured that Eldrak should come in. He had approached her after the incident at Yog's (http://pub56.ezboard.com/fgjofrm2.showMessage?topicID=1586.topic) and needed some help in a few things.

She smiled as her eyes scanned the spartan room.

"It's not much but it's home."

To the left was a kitchenette and to the right was a living area. Far towards the back was the sleeping area that stayed shrouded in darkness.

[Eldrak Gruuhl]

He looked around her modest room and smiled that she seemed pleased with its comforts. It was much less modest that his own room in many ways, but any room here inside the LQ was less modest than his on.

“Shall we sit?”

[Navaria Tarkin]

She slipped off her outer robe and placed it over the back of a nearby chair. Her inner robes were similiar to those around the Academy, though one thing was different. Instead of brown or tan pants, Navaria had choosen black. Eldrak could also finally see her lightsabre hanging on her belt.

"Please do."

Navaria pointed towards the kitchen area.

"Did you want anything to drink?"

[Eldrak Gruuhl]

He paused for a moment as his eyes lingered on the weapon hanging from her waist. In but a few seconds he had committed all he could see of it to memory, as if some kind of scientific analysis had been performed almost instantly. Then her words finally registered in his mind and he replied.

“No thank you.”

[Navaria Tarkin]

She had seen that look before. It crossed Daleethria's face endlessly before she had met Sanis. The poor clone had to be in a constant state of concentration or otherwise go made from the countless sea of information that flooded her senses every second of everyday.

Eldrak was looking at her sabre and instead of going to fetch something to drink, Navaria unclipped the weapon and handed it to him with a reassuring smile.

"Go ahead, please."