Salle, Wednesday Morning

[weetuskenraider]

No, Tahiri hadn't been here all night, although it would've been a reasonable assumption to make. She'd gone back to her room and caught a few hours of sleep, then come back down to set up with a pair of staves and the padding she honestly hated in preparation for the promised spar with Dinah.

She was feeling a little more stable today, thankfully -- it wasn't quite as quiet in her head as she'd have liked, but it was an improvement over yesterday.

And if she was moving a little bit stiffly at all from getting the hell zapped out of her by the remotes' stun bolts last night, well . . . she wasn't going to mention that.

[OOC: Expecting a much taller chatty blonde before she goes flyyyyyyying, but open salle is open. I'd post Jen today too but I'm waiting until I renew her paid account tomorrow. ;) OMG, thank you anonymous person. You didn't have to do that. o.o]

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"I don't know. I'm afraid to ask," she admitted. "It's not your standard medical problem."

[momslilassassin]

"They aren't your standard doctors," Ben said, walking over to her. It was so much easier for him to worry about someone else than dwell on his own problems. "And I don't think they'll mention anything to people back home."

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"Do you think it would do any good?" Tahiri asked dubiously, drifting a step or two towards him.

[momslilassassin]

"I don't think it could hurt," Ben replied, reaching out to touch her face.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri leaned into his hand and hesitantly brought her hand up to cover his. "Maybe I'll give it a shot, then. You generally have good ideas, after all."

[momslilassassin]

He gave her a smile. "I can even go with you if you'd like," he offered.

[weetuskenraider]

She'd totally try to put it off as long as she could. For however well that would work with him. "That'd be nice, yeah," Tahiri said, relaxing a little.

[momslilassassin]

"We can go tomorrow," Ben suggested, "before the graduation stuff starts taking over."

He knew her well.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri groaned. "You're too smart sometimes, along with being too observant," she tried to tease him.

[momslilassassin]

"Got that from Mom," he said with a tiny smile.

[weetuskenraider]

"Well, it's a pain," she told him, clearly joking. "I can never get away with just telling you I'm fine."

Not that she let him get away with it either.

[momslilassassin]

"That goes both ways," Ben said. "You've left the salle sometime between getting zapped and now, right?"

[weetuskenraider]

"Yes," she said, sticking her tongue out at him. "I did actually sleep for a few hours there. And I won't be doing that for a long time, because ow."

[momslilassassin]

"Sleeping is a little overrated," Ben said. Such a good influence he was.

[weetuskenraider]

It was Tahiri's turn to give him a considering look. "Not all the time. Not really."

[momslilassassin]

Ben shrugged. "I don't need much."

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"I remember feeling that way," she said quietly.

[momslilassassin]

"Did anything help?" he asked.

[weetuskenraider]

"Time. Having someone around who cared. Other things to concentrate on." She gave him a crooked smile. "Mostly just those first two."

[momslilassassin]

"I like the third one," Ben said. Because Tahiri would have missed that or something.

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She shook her head and grinned ruefully. "Yeah, I've noticed. But the second one isn't bad either, dummy. I am right here, you know."

[momslilassassin]

"I know," he said with a shy smile. "I'm just not really used to that option being available."

Growing up Skywalker was a little dysfunctional.

[weetuskenraider]

"Get used to it." Tahiri brought one hand up like she'd been about to poke him, hesitated, and reached for his hand instead. "We can't both spend all our time trying to keep busy."

[momslilassassin]

Ben gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "Why can't we?"

[weetuskenraider]

"Because . . ." Tahiri realized she didn't have any clear answers for that, and shrugged. "I don't know. Because we can't."

Her persuasive arguments needed some work, still.