Wendy the Werewolf Stalker Campfire, Tuesday Early Evening

[weetuskenraider]

Okay, so she hadn't been spending that much time at her cabin, but Tahiri was putting in an appearance tonight. There was a decent assortment of hot dogs and s'more fixings laid out as dictated by the Unofficial Official Law of Campfires, and a fire crackling away in the firepit.

As for Tahiri, she was sitting with her back against a log, not really paying attention to the datapad on her lap; she was more preoccupied with using the Force to idly create shapes in the smoke from the campfire. Spirals, vaguely animal-looking objects, anything really, but a lot of starfighters. She kept coming back to those, for some reason.

[OOC: Up a little early to account for people (including me) hitting up HP midnight showings tonight . . .]

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[solo_sword]

It was a little surprising to hear that, when she would have thought it went without saying. "Of course," she said simply. "He's my brother."

She was never using past tense there. That wasn't changing.

[weetuskenraider]

"He's --" Past tense wasn't happening for Tahiri either, but her voice cracked. She'd been pretty good about not crying lately, which couldn't hold out for long. "Anakin."

That still covered it all as far as she was concerned.

"And I still don't know how to deal with him being gone."

[solo_sword]

Jaina, who hadn't really been that teary but felt like she was stuck on that setting, was beginning to silently will Tahiri not to cry, because she didn't want to. Especially not in public.

"You seemed to be doing pretty well," she said gently. She'd honestly thought this Tahiri was fine there. She was dating- though okay, suddenly certain things made a lot more sense- she actually smiled... Or maybe Jaina'd had blinders on herself, she wasn't sure anymore.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri didn't want to cry in public either, and was making a clear effort to fight it down for a little while longer. "I was, or I thought so. But the dreams lately . . ." She kept her eyes focused on her knees. "I want to say I'm doing all right. And then it feels like it's wrong, somehow, to be."

[solo_sword]

Jaina's eyebrows arched. "You've having them too?" she asked, but shook her head, focusing on the main topic here. "You know he wouldn't want you not to be okay."

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri nodded in response to the question, although she did shoot a surprised look at Jaina for the 'too.' "Everybody tells me that, including me. Most of the time I even believe it." She paused. "He'd want the same for you."

[solo_sword]

She kind of liked it better when they weren't talking about her. Even when she was more open, she was still at least a little avoidant. "I think I'm getting there," she admitted.

[weetuskenraider]

Well, she was Anakin's sister, and for more reasons than one that meant Tahiri felt obligated to worry. "I hope I am," she answered. "It's just really, really slow -- and you know how I am about things going slow."

[solo_sword]

"There's no time limit on this," she said, remembering what John had told her there. "And there's been so much going on... it distracts from getting over things, I think." Which, she'd almost rathered for a year, but hey.

[weetuskenraider]

"If it's not one thing, it's another, huh? You missed things coming to life, by the way. The flight simulator was hitting on me." She should probably fill Jaina in on a few things, actually, now that she thought about it. "Which was just weird. I heard from my you, you know. About Jacen being alive. That timing didn't help much either."

[solo_sword]

Jaina couldn't help it. She couldn't not be glad that her brother in any reality was alive. "Don't judge him too harshly yet," she advised.

[weetuskenraider]

"I know. I'll do my best." Although she might be a little more biased that way, unfortunately. Tahiri almost smiled herself right then. "I've never heard my version of you sound that happy in longer than I can remember."

[solo_sword]

Jaina smiled more openly at that. "I like having him around. And it sounds like that one needed some happy."

[weetuskenraider]

And that got an actual smile out of Tahiri for a second. "Definitely. How's your me doing, by the way?"

[solo_sword]

And there went the smile. "Uh. Not so great, actually."

[weetuskenraider]

And here came the worried look. "That bad?" Tahiri supposed she couldn't say she'd be surprised, though.

[solo_sword]

"That bad," Jaina nodded. Not that it was easy to tell someone this, even if she did seem to bedoing better than her version. "Things are getting out of hand."

This would be what we call an understatement. Really, Jaina just didn't want to freak her out on top of everything else.

[weetuskenraider]

"With her." That wasn't a question, and Tahiri didn't need more detail than that to be concerned. "And nobody knows what to do about it?"

[solo_sword]

"No idea. Any clues, if you have them, would be appreciated." And if she had them, she'd likely be headed right back home to see what she could do. Jaina was maybe a little worried.

[weetuskenraider]

"I might, soon." Wow, Tahiri really didn't like the sound of that, and she thought she might have to look into this herself sooner rather than later. "Karla's working on some ideas. I'll let you know as soon as something sounds workable."

[solo_sword]

"Karla?" She'd heard the name, but never actually met her, so she had to be a little curious.

[weetuskenraider]

"Sorry," Tahiri said. "One of the magic types. She specializes in healing people's minds. She already knows what happened to me; I showed her."

[solo_sword]

"And she thinks she can help?" Jaina'd just decided Karla was good.

[weetuskenraider]

"She's pretty sure she can. She just has to work out the specifics." Tahiri bit her lower lip. "The bad part is, Karla doesn't think there's a way to get rid of her."

[solo_sword]

While not the most optimistic prospect, by now she'd learned when to focus on the positive. "One step at a time," she said. "Work on the helping, and then see where you stand from there. Let me know if there's anything I can do." Again. Worried.