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Gaia remains at the very top of the ramp. She watches with a somewhat uptight frown as Mando accompanies Qin towards Ran, acknowledging the Twi'lek and older human embrace each other in a welcomed reunion with triumphant laughter. A bitter taste seeps into her tongue by the sight, as she's reminded of the danger Mando and The Child were thrown into because of some major hurdles in the road, because of them. Thankfully the trio managed to survive the difficult tribulation and come out on top, a verified statement which is paid mind to by the stocked pouch of credits thrown at them.
Gaia can feel their meeting draw to a close as Mando withdraws back to the ship, joining his companion safely within the spacecraft.
"Let's get out of here," she prompts in a serious tone as she turns her back to Ranzar. "I need a vacation. A long, peaceful holiday."
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The animal has no idea it's being watched.
The creature climbs along the curving bend of a tree's feisty root, residue of wet moss clinging to its caramel fur which is stretched across its elongated yet graceful form. Two hind legs carry it briskly forward as they're assisted by four arms each grappling at the bark of just one of the many towering trees in this damp canyon of a lush exuberant forest, cone-shaped ears flapping and fluttering with a bushy tail sticking out at the end of its body. The animal's nose quivers, yellow eyes darting around on alert, as it should be. Its onlooker is hunched stealthily to the humid undergrowth, kneeling behind a curtain of wood as dirt and soil cleaves her fingernails.
The creature never saw it coming: the knife slicing through the air with refined precision.
Gaia permits the withheld breath to leave her nostrils and merge with the forest around her, similar animals strapped against her hip on sturdy string while she breaks formation and approaches the creature. Bowing down, she pauses before reclaiming the knife and uttering a traditional prayer to Stagia asking for the tiny soul to be rebirthed and blessed.
Opening her eyes, Gaia pulls the knife out which she borrowed from the Razor Crest and wipes the blood off on the upper part of her beige jumpsuit that is tied around her waist.
Her injury is long gone by now — as one would expect with a couple of months behind her, and she's fully capable of moving around once more without flinching in discomfort. The bandages have been thrown out since then and been replaced with binders which circle a large portion of her torso, although a gap of defined muscle can be spotted near her abdomen, writhing and stiffening. A little short on breath, Gaia picks the animal up and ties its slender legs prior to twining the thin ropes together and deciding the decent amount of supply will make do for tonight.
