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𝟶𝟶𝟶. “Wait for the test to be finished,” Yord uttered, carefully rolling down the sleeve of Kaye's Jedi robe. Yord's fingertips grazed over Kaye's skin, the touch feather-like yet searing.
Jecki observed the pair intently from afar, her sharp eyes scrutinizing their interactions. She noticed the glimmer in Yord's gaze, a hint of affection and possessiveness that was hard to miss, as he looked at Kaye with a mixture of protectiveness and fondness.
Jecki could say it was an inaudible language that spoke volumes, and she found herself trying to decipher the hidden meanings behind Yord's glances and gestures.
“Thank you.” Kaye nodded slightly, her movements almost imperceptible, as she relished the residual warmth of Yord's touch on her skin. He gave her a slight nod, his gaze lingering on her face for a brief moment before he forced himself to look away.
“I'll be out to look out. Jecki, take care of Kaye.” Yord expressed concern for her well-being, making Kaye playfully roll her eyes at his endless protective instincts, yet there was a hint of silent annoyance in her expression, assured she was more than capable of taking care of herself.
“I can take care of myself, Yord.” Kaye muttered, shooting him a reproachful glare. Her voice was quite firm as she chided him for his overprotectiveness.
“Occasionally.” Yord responded nonchalantly, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he prepared to leave.
There was a hint of playfulness in his tone, an attempt to lighten the mood, but his grin held a note of slyness, as if he were fully aware of the effect his words would have on her.
They stared after him as he ambled out the door before a collective sigh escaped Kaye's lips as soon as he was out of sight. “Why do I have to follow Sol's rules?” she mumbled, caressing her arm where Yord took a sample of her blood.
“Permission to speak freely.” Jecki requested, making Kaye lift her gaze up. Her eyes met Jecki across from her, and a warm smile spread across her features.
“Sure, dear. You don't have to keep asking.” Kaye spoke gently; her words were like a soothing balm, as sweet as honey.
Kaye noticed that there was a slight tension in Jecki's small frame, a subtle hint of unease in her demeanor. Jecki looked down and nervously began to fidget her fingers in her lap quietly.
