Solaras actually snorted in response, "I kill people for a living Joran. I don't think that's very kind." She stayed very still as he adjusted himself onto her lap, rolling her eyes at his comment. "It's all muscle dear, all muscle." She flexed her thigh muscles in response only to find herself folding the second damp towel in half before gently laying it across his closed eyes. "That should help." She queitly stated as one hand rested gently on his neck- her thumb rubbing back and forth against his jawline and the other at the top of his head gently massaging his scalp again. 

She bit the inside of her cheek as his information filled her mind. Brestol Hux was the man who came up with the idea for the current rebuilding of Storm Troopers- he was the reason they were on so many missions in the first place. She cupped his face as he coughed, "Shhh shshsh." She shushed him quickly. "We can speak more later alright? You need to rest or you're going to need thick glasses and a cane to move again." All of this information was being filed away in her mind for a later time. All she really cared about right now was the fact that Joran was hurt in her lap and the sound of blasters has finally stopped. 

It was odd that they were able to keep such quiet intimate moments together with so much going on just outside these walls. "You know this means you're really going to have to let me train you right? I can't let you fall into my arms every time you use your powers. As much as I enjoy having moments like this I don't think it would be very practical in the field. Especially, if I'm in another evening gown."