Mahe-Svara

She was staring at him again.  He could sense it; almost feel the weight of her gaze on him where he lay in the bed.  She'd done so several times now.  Each time, he'd felt it, his own senses alerting him, and he'd focus his awareness on her.  She'd not done more than watch him on and off over the past couple of days that he'd been primarily sleeping, beyond a number of times where she'd checked over the injuries he was healing; the last time being accompanied by a scowl when she noticed how prominent his hip bones were becoming.  His body was using mass amounts of energy to repair itself, and despite what many others would do in his position

Arentanith returned to the mostly hidden makeshift little settlement, several packs slung over the back of her nexu's saddle.  It had taken her two days to make the journey from the settlement to BugTown, then back, but she'd figured their... guest... wouldn't be capable of much in that time.  She'd felt it was safe enough to leave.  Besides, it wasn't like the Sith... Mahe'svara, she reminded herself... had attacked the place.  He'd been defending it.  She rounded a small clump of jury-rigged shelters and came face-to-face with the unbelievable sight of pieces of masonry and steel floating through the air.  She drew her mount up short, stari

He could hear them gathering together; likely drawn close by the unlikely sight of a Sith playing protector to a ragtag group of Republic and Separatist refugees.  A ragged inhale, and he leaped into the pack of colicoids again, dual lightsabers whipping around him as he attacked.  He'd have cursed the fools for coming even as close as they had, if he'd had the energy to spare.  Of course, if he'd had that energy, he'd have wiped the sweat gathering on his forehead away, rather than hoping his headband would catch it. It had been a bit too long since he'd worked this hard; though his life hung in the balance in this encounter just as it used