In an altered galaxy far, far away the Kaminoans ended up creating what could potentially be their deadliest enemy, skilled and sneaky enough to expose their heinous crimes to the Republic and put them out of business. They threw everything they cou...
Thanks to a proper dosage of painkillers, and a good rest/exercise/bacta tank ratio, Talla found she was able to go to the funeral at the Jedi Temple the next evening just as requested, able to properly get ready on her own - aka, SHOWER - and even put on her blacks and new armor all by herself, an over-joying discovery!
Being clean elevated Talla's mood back to nearly the same level of sunshine before the accident, and smiling brightly she looked in the mirror one last time to don the medal she had earned for the formal event, proud to get it only after one assignment. She'd like to see Nala Se question her usefulness now, even in Talla herself did secretly question her really deserving it too.
She lightly brushed a hand over her meticulously tied back hair to make sure it was presentable, before picking up her helmet and exiting the room only with a simple braided crown, all she knew what to fancily do with the medium length locks she had.
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Hunter would be escorting her to the Jedi Temple since she had no idea where anything was located, and he sprung for an air taxi so there wouldn't be a need to walk for miles and miles with the risk of Talla being unable to make the trip entirely. He was casually leaning against the wall of the hallway, arms folded with fingers tapping against his arm in a rhythm he only knew.
She appeared in the hallway in all her glory and... He was unable to look directly at her, finding anything and everything around them apparently more intriguing. 'Oh... I guess I find her attractive.' He alarmingly admitted to himself, at first flustered by the realization, then quickly became defensive and flustered... Also at himself. 'So what?! It's normal and fleeting and doesn't ever mean anything cause I can never do anything about it - I always get over it.' Hunter cleared his dry throat. "You ready to go? The taxi is waiting." He snapped impatiently, not waiting for a response and shoving off. 'You never do learn how to handle these situations, huh di'kut?'
Talla simply nodded, deciding not to question his peculiar actions, although she did briefly consider the theory that perhaps he suffered from a temper like Nala Se claimed she had. Or maybe there was still some lingering frustrations over her actions despite his heartfelt apology? She hoped not, though it might be halfway valid.
Unfortunately, Talla wasn't able to climb into the taxi herself, and Hunter had to hold her helmet with one hand and grasp her free hand with his to help her lift herself into the taxi. As hokey as it sounded, the kind touch of hands sent tingles down his arm, making him quick to release her once inside to stop it. Usually smooth Hunter clumsily climbed in next to Talla, blindly handing her the helmet once she had settled in her seat.
"Thanks." Talla said with a smile, feeling odd but glowy. She certainly felt a little warmth in her heart when Ahsoka and Wrecker expressed physical reassurance, and definitely did now with Hunter. This was going to take some getting used to, people not laying a hand on her to inflict agony.
