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Thero is easygoing and helpful — kind and perhaps selfless, Gaia would come to know.
After delivering the lurid news of Sorgan not being compatible with her in the first run, Thero had supplied her with a new outfit consisting of a shirt and a pair of pants as per her request. Gaia was grateful, though in a timid sense while still trying to figure out what sort of person her caretaker is, and had then proceeded to ask for a shower to which Thero granted her, even going so far as to help her to the back of the hut. Gaia almost had to drag herself alongside him yet she managed to endure and bathe in peace — changing into her borrowed clothes and having the time to finally think for herself.
Thero, a while afterward, even straightened the developing situation out for her sake.
Gaia was informed that Mando and Cara had been out patrolling yesterday and returned with a report of an AT-ST behind the enemy lines. The farmers were persistent however, and ready to fight for their home despite the odds not being in their favour, them being exposed to countless disadvantages and what else there may be found. Thero then went on to explain how Mando was willing to help them out — giving in to their overwhelming commitment — and educate them of several combat techniques. Cara, as well, is assisting.
Thero could easily perceive Gaia being restless by the news and had then effectively spun the dreary reality into an uplifting conversation so as to not have her worry, turning away from such dark matters.
"—and I still don't understand those kids' fascination with me. I mean, I know I look different from them and all, you know. . . scarred from battle, but you should've seen the look on their faces," Gaia exclaims, cradled in the safe confines of her bed. She has settled herself into a criss-cross position with the sheets covering her legs and hands folded in her lap;a trying smile on her lips while the sun outside shines bright over the planet of Sorgan. "I'm telling you, Thero, it was like they'd stumbled on a green Nexu!"
"Well, can you blame them? They've never seen a Crenata before with their own eyes." Thero grins cheerfully as he adjusts himself on the wooden chair next to Gaia's bed. "Come on. It couldn't have been that bad. . ."
Gaia watches Thero with an unconvinced stare, dramatically emphasising, "One of them said aloud that I was blue like a Krill."
Thero gradually submits. He chuckles lowly while avoiding eye contact with Gaia, afraid he'll cave completely if he were to look at her. She feigns offence, her lips parting in a false display of shock. "That's not funny! No!"
"Just a bit."
Gaia cannot evade the mirth headed her way, and a quiet laugh has soon slithered from her lips. She observes Thero giggle, a prosperous fondness gleaming in her dark eyes similar to that between friends. It's halted as a presence from outside enters the establishment. Gaia spots the woman from yesterday — who tidied up the barn — trudge toward them with a wooden tray secured in her hands. Thero has noticed her as well and he hurries to stand. "Omera. W-What are you doing here?"
