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Standing up to your full height, you reach out with your arms, and your aching back sounds out numerous clicks as you stretch. For Claire’s sake, you trap the moan in your throat that would typically accompany it. With a finger, you rub your closed eyes, wiping away the yellow crusts built up from last night. All the while, your headache remains an unpleasant constant, and your skull throbs with a constant dull ache. All that you want to do is curl up into your bed, not return to the grassy floor you’ve made your impromptu resting spot and spend the rest of your day nursing your hangover. But regrettably, duty calls.
You gently pick up the sleeping form next to you, attempting not to ruin Claire’s deep slumber and allowing her to pass the worst punishment from the excessive drinking in her sleep. With one arm under her legs and the other supporting her back, you carry her down the flight of stairs with more care to stay quiet than you were capable of mustering last night. Claire’s head limply rests into the crook of your neck as you climb down the transparent glass steps. Thankfully, she weighs almost nothing, or that is how it feels. Finally, approaching her room, you reach out with a tendril of the Force and feel through the dull locked door, depressing a button within the room. The door unlocks and slides open to reveal an immaculately tidy yet plain room, the only things of note are the countless books filling every shelf and the fairy lights hanging from the ceiling.
With care, you slowly place the sleeping Padawan onto the centre of her bed. A book on her nightstand is spread open wide with its covers facing you. Peering down at the dull yet strong blue book cover, your eyes scan the blurb. The words bring a smile to your face, the book is a trashy fantasy novel where a teen girl is a fallen princess and has to save the world, and of course, there are hints of a romance with, no doubt, some idealised guy. You thought, with her usually serious demeanour, she would turn her nose up at these books and spurn them as some childish wish fulfilment.
Leaving the door closed as you exit, you quickly return to your room and are greeted by a divine shower. It purges your sweat and grime built up over the night and brings some comfort to your pounding skull. As you stand naked in the stream of hot water, you empty your head of thoughts and meditate as you wash yourself. Soon, your headache lessens until it disappears forgotten as you leave your bathroom covered in just a towel. Glancing at the time displayed on your Commlink, you hurriedly grab your Jedi robes and quickly dress yourself for the day.
