The silence was deafening in her ears as he silently aided her. However, he was terrible at masking his emotions. His loathing and anger and confusion and sadness sent chills up her spine...or perhaps it was the cold bacta he was applying to the bruises on her back from a dirty shot she'd taken from a kick with a boot. Solaras' hands were now covered with bacta and small bandages. 

She hissed at one point when he touched a particularly sensitive point, he was trying to be gentle and she couldn't knock him for that.She balled her fists in front of her as she tried to calm herself. 

It wasn't working.

"Say something." Her throat felt like sandpaper as she hung her head with her back to him. "Just make some dumb joke about stripping or being alone or about the stars or something. Just say something." There was quite a bit of bitterness in her voice.