Solaras took a quick half step away from the meditating man with her eyes downcast as she quickly gave, "I'm sorry." She turned her body in just away for him to not to be able to see see the uncontrollable shaking of her hand. "I'm fine." she turned away from him fully as she moved to one of the wall units and pulled out the medical box. Her right arm hung at her side as she tried to dig through the items looking for bactapads. Her eyes were burning with frustration and anger, all focused in upon herself, as she struggled to keep the pain at bay. Unlike most Sith, she didn't use pain to fuel her power so for her pain was annoying and actually hurt her. She visibly jumped as he touched her arms, flinching away from him. "I told you I'm fine!" She exclaimed with too much force. She couldn't even look at him. He was the reason she was like this. He was the reason she was in pain. She should hate him and despise him but she wanted nothing more than to cry and have him wrap his arms around her. Why? Why did he make her so weak? She tried to distract herself with doing what she was doing before. The gloves on her hands were removed to show red angry knuckles- two of them split on her right hand and one on her left. Solaras glanced towards him with drawn eye brows and a frustrated frown, "Please either look away or help me..." She spoke so softly before staring back down at the box. With shaking fingers she unbuttoned her outer layer- stripping down to the black tanktop under all of her knightly attire. Her body was covered in bruises of all sizes and colors. Some far more prominent than others. Most were focused upon her forearms and shoulders. There were a few on her neck and upper arms and it would be very true to say she had far more gnarly ones on her chest and ribs but those were hidden. Slowly she rose her right arm to apply the bactapad to the reddened section in which Joran grabbed. She tried as hard as she could not to look towards him because she could only imagine what would happen if they made eyecontact.