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Joren and Brya sat keeping watch over the injured man that they had brought into their sanctuary. The man hadn’t said anything in the hours that had passed since Joren and Dono had ventured out into the storm to save him. However, there was something about this stranger that bothered Joren. Aside from managing to get to Brya’s home through the massive sandstorm that had swept over the area, there was just something different about this man, something unnerving. 

Then there was his wound…

When Joren and Brya had begun dressing the wound he immediately recognized it as the type of injury inflicted when someone, or something for that matter, is stabbed with a lightsaber. Joren hadn’t sensed that this man was strong in the Force, however, there was something about him. To Joren, it was clear that this man was no Jedi, however, he had still managed to find himself on the wrong side of a lightsaber. And this did not sit well at all with Joren. The moment he saw this man’s wounds, he decided that this man would bear close watching, which is why he hadn’t left the man’s side. 

“What made you change your mind?” Joren asked Brya, never taking his eyes off of the unconscious man.

“What do you mean?” Brya asked, not entirely sure what Joren had meant. 

“You had no intentions of opening the door. You agreed with Nyna and Kelsa, you thought that it was too dangerous to go out there, but you opened the door anyhow.” Joren told her.

“I don’t know. I guess I realized that you were right. We couldn’t just leave him out there to die. The way that you were willing to go out there to help a complete stranger, I guess you reminded me a bit of my brother.” 

“Your brother?” Joren asked, surprised by the mention of a brother. “I didn’t realize you had a brother, I thought it was just you and your sister.” 

“He died a few years ago. A friend of his, one of the cantina girls in town was taken by the Tuskan Raiders, he led a small group out into the Dune Sea to get her back, but it didn’t go so well. None of them came back.” She said, her voice cracking slightly. It was clear that this was not something that she liked talking about, yet despite herself, she continued. “They sent out a second search party a few days later, and that’s when they found their bodies. Then entire rescue party had been killed, and there was no sign of the sand people or Sheesa. They died for nothing, and it’s just been Brixi and I ever since.”

“Brya, I’m so sorry.” Joren told her.

“Don’t be. He died trying to protect others, which is pretty much what he lived for. I miss him, but I’ve done my grieving.”

As Joren opened his mouth to say something, he was interrupted by the wounded stranger who stirred slightly, issuing several coughs before fading back into unconsciousness. 

“Excuse me.” Joren said as he got up from his seat beside the stranger. He made his way across the room to where he and his friends had stowed their bags while they were staying with Brya. He went into his bag, digging through the contents until he came to another, hidden pouch in the bag. He felt the cold metal hilt of his lightsaber, and pulled it out of the bag, tucking it into the waistline of his pants, then pulling his shirt down over it. He then returned to his seat near Brya, knowing that if this stranger did try anything, he would be ready.