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“I think it is best I wear my robes. It could improve his image to some of his guests, and I think he’d appreciate the open association of a Jedi.” You answer as you study yourself in the mirror, grooming your slick back hair.
“Ok, shall I wear my robes? Or shall I pick something out for me when I dress up Morrigan?” Claire walks behind you into the reflection of the mirror.
“Whatever you’d prefer.” Remembering she is not a guy and your conversation back on Lieserl, you add the words you think Claire wants to hear, “But I would love to see you in something special.”
Claire reaches up onto her tiptoes and plants a kiss on your cheek. Then Claire drags Morrigan out of your room with a skip in her step. As they leave, you catch Morrigan glancing at you, utterly helpless, as Claire steers her out. You know Morrigan will have fun with Claire; she just doesn’t have confidence in herself outside of being a Jedi, and hopefully, Claire can draw it out of her. Musing at the thought, a month or two ago, you wouldn’t have thought Claire, of all people, would be pushing Morrigan out of her shell. It is good to see Claire's confidence grow as you’ve been dating, it's nice that you being with her, if only for this short while, has changed her for the positive.
Doing very little to clean yourself up for the preparation for the ball, you feel lucky to be a man; this sort of stuff is so much easier than if you were a woman. Finally, the hour arrives, and you leave your room wearing your long Jedi robes, black as the night surrounding the spaceship that seems all the darker compared to your chalk-white skin. Your blond-white hair is slicked back as you typically wear it, and the scars on your face are clearly visible. You debate leaving your Lightsabers behind in your room or ship, but they are part of you and your uniform. At the very least, they are hidden within your robes, and no one should be able to spot them or have an issue with them.
