[right]Week 7, Day 1, Midday[/right]
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As Lo navigated over and through the forest like terrain, she found all her stress begin to fade. She covered  all the events since she arrived at Ryloth, including the injury of her master. There were times she had to stop herself from falling into long-winded explanations. Each time she inhaled then focused on the facts and minimal details. 

Whenever she skimmed on the topic of her master, Lo's heart hurt causing her to stop. The thought of him still in a coma pained her beyond words. Even with his improvements and her attempts to be hopeful about the future. 

Upon arriving at the [i]Pathfinder[/i], Lo's eyes traveled up and her figure stopped in her tracks. The image of another near identical starship made her think of the [i]Mirage[/i]. A thought crossed her mind to check in on the ship and determine if the Sith had impounded it or not. Sar would certainly want to come just to ensure her safety.    

Lo nearly moved to help the other Twi'lek when she noticed Aren come to rest beside her. Patient as always, the Bothan's head turned to the Jedi Knight and listened. 

A moment of silence passed before Lo answered. 

"Out of the survivors, about twenty-one suffered injury. Over half are still in recovery, including my master, from the bombs. Others are from cave-ins during the excavations of the tunnels. It's a high risk of cave-ins and injury." She inhaled then continued. 

"Any medical supplies is helpful. No matter the form it is.  My force heal has come in handy, but it is draining. The supplies you brought will help become less dependent on it."   

With everyone helping, the trips to haul the supplies got immediately shorter. On the last run, Lo stayed behind to direct the supply storing and treating the wounded. When Aren and Val got back with the last of the load, Lo had finished applying some of bacta into Master Rothul. She curled her legs underneath her as she watched him, waiting for the others to return.