"Careful now," she responded with amusement to the tease. "That sounds an awful lot like an actual date now, but it would be preferable to having a blade stabbed through my chest."
Kristal hadn't stayed for the complete deal, just enough to make her whole. That left the little tinges of pain if she moved wrong to remind her of the fact she was, in fact, stabbed by a lightsaber earlier that night. Having shifted on the bed the wrong way. Something she did well to hide most times but her hand came back from his shoulder and rubbed a spot on her own as she winced from the slight, unexpected, pain.
_________________ Force Sensitive | Human | Reputation: 7 | Imperial Noble | Acolyte | Disciplined | Jedi Killer | "Traitor's" Daughter On Person: Heavy Clothing, Comlink, Combat Knife, Ancient Sword/Lightsaber
"Cowardice is beneath me."
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