[center]~|Day 1, 18:43 - 18:51 GST|~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Main Prison Complex|~[/center]


Lea and Xid finished patching their patient, having to remove her tunic layers to ensure the wounds could be repatched if needed. It was one step that made him extremely uncomfortable, his eye averted to keep from feeling like a total slimeball. He was relieved when  Lea took the lead and was attending to wrapping Nazca's top, allowing  her to retain her modesty even with the nasty wounds. His mind still fixated them within his focus as he edged out of the medical part of the prison complex. 

His hands were absentminded cleaning the blood stained fingers upon a pitiful towel when he stepped out. Xid knew Lea would be out shortly and paused at the door frame's side, leaning into it. Mentally he was fine but physically he felt utterly exhausted, his head pressed against the cold metal to chase away the budding hurt. His sleeves had been rolled up and slightly stained from Nazca's blood, giving the once pure white edges on his inner tunic sleeve a pink tinge. 

Already, he was grateful for the numbness Lea’s healing created. Else he would’ve been bent over in pain and not on his feet, standing and moving easily. His eyes spied Shiri coming out of the bunk area, likely from the lift, then pushed off the door frame slowly. When he was a short distance near her, he spoke softly. “Hey, are you alright? Not feeling dizzy or anything from the attack or anything else?” 

He was still mindful of what she said, though he was trying to be sensitive about it. Something he was taught by Sela since becoming her padawan. It was the one thing he appreciated learning and it kept him from becoming too distance from others when he was a youngling. Back then, Tolun Fi was the only Jedi that showed some slight acceptance. Started to realize how much he missed just working endlessly in Tolun Fi’s labs, he shook his head lightly to chase away the thoughts.