Hunted|The Bad Batch.

twenty-one: just a talk.

[A/N: all I can think about is martha and clara's themes from DW whenever I write Yelena. lol. idk why, they just fit her so well.]

"Omega, I know you don't want to go to sleep, but you have to. You told me yourself, you don't feel good." Yelena's voice was soft but stern as she spoke to the young blonde-haired girl. "We're not going on any missions until you're better and Cid agrees, that's why you're staying in her spare room." She places a hand on the pouting Omega's arm, they'd returned from another mission on Donovia and similar to Kamino it rained...a lot. Everyone else had been fine but poor Omega had gotten sick, to the former jedi healer it looked like a cold or probably bronchitis. Tech, Jaina and herself had guessed very quickly, however, as far as Yelena was aware the boys had never been sick with a cold in their life. Something like that would be a big no in Kamino for the clones.

"Bu-but what if Cid does come with a job?" Omega whispers to Yelena, the jedi wearing an understanding look, but as far as Cid said, right now she didn't have anything.

"She said she has no jobs. You have time to get better." Yelena assures and Omega sighs, but nods and gives in. Yelena chuckles softly and reaches down, picking up a small loth cat stuffed animal. "Now, I know you have your bad batcher, but she needs a friend. Right?" She asks the young girl with a small smile, Omega frowns until Yelena shows her the stuffed animal and she gasps.

"Yeah! She does!" Omega holds out her hands eagerly for the stuffed animal and Yelena looks amused but hands it over to the girl. The girl takes it and squeezes it, holding it close with her trooper doll. "Why can't I come and stay in the parlor with you?" She asks quietly, Yelena wears a sympathetic smile and takes her hand.

"Sleep helps you heal, I'll bring you some medicine and soup later." Yelena tells her calmly, the woman quietly wishing she had this type of parental comfort when she was young when she was sick. However, the jedi order lacked in that compassion you'd expect only from a parent and if you didn't get better fast, you were off to the senior jedi healer. "Alright?" She quietly says and Omega nods silently, Yelena squeezes her hand and kisses the top of her head gently before standing up. Yelena closed the door quietly behind herself and started heading back towards the parlor when Cid stopped her on the way to her office.

"Hey, satan, how's tiny? She feelin' any better?" Cid inquires curiously and Yelena stops, looking at Cid.

"It's a cold, but she also has a fever and pretty nasty cough. So it might be bronchitis." Yelena replies, crossing her arms and Cid lets out a puff of air. She may be a trandoshan, but she sure remembers what it's like to be sick, especially as a kid. You just wanna crawl into the bed with your mom or dad and have them hold you close.

"Not fun, but I'm sure she'll get over it fast with you as her caretaker," Cid reassures, patting Yelena's arm and the jedi looked mildly amused but said nothing. "Let me know how she is later?" She adds and Yelena gives a small nod. She'd do that, she knew how attached the trandoshan got to Omega.

"Will do." She agrees before parting ways with Cid, heading into the bar where Hunter was alone at the bar, looking through a datapad. Yelena immediately notes the lack of Tech, Jaina, Echo, and Wrecker. The jedi silently wondering where they were. Wrecker did quite literally start panicking when Omega coughed, he was overbearing and cared a lot, but in a good way.

"You and I are the only two in this room, your presence stands out." Hunter's voice spoke up, catching her attention and Yelena shook her head with a chuckle. The woman knowing he was referring to the fact, not only could they feel each other's emotions and heartbeats, but that warm and electric feeling they had from his mutation and her force sensitivity when they first met. Yelena walked around to the bar, hopping up on the counter next to Hunter who sat at the barstool.