[right][color=00aeef][right]Week 7, Day 1, Afternoon[/right][/color][/right]

After both Padawans had left, Aren found herself sitting next to Dominik's prone form while she meditated. She recalled all of the memories of her past, when she was a young padawan travelling with her master. There weren't many times they stopped at a Jedi temple, much less Coruscant, but when they did stop Aren recalled many times she had learned underneath Master Rothul. He was wise, knowledgeable, and had a history that proved he knew what he was talking about. The older Jedi had a rough history having been in the hands of the Sith for nearly a year. For that Aren respected him highly, for he endured nearly of a year of torment and still returned to his duties as a Jedi.

Aren reflected on all of her feelings of respect and compassion towards the old Jedi. As she sat there and meditated, she could feel his aura slowly grow stronger within a few moments. Her eyes opened to see the older Jedi take in a deep breath, his form moving slightly beneath the thin blanket that kept most of him covered.

"Aren..." his voice was quiet, weak, and somewhat hoarse as he called the younger Jedi's name. He could sense her aura nearby allowing him to see who it was despite his eyes remaining closed. The younger Knight stood quickly as she heard him speak, coming to his side and seeing his eyes open slightly. A faint smile came upon his face as he looked at the young woman, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm as his body slowly began to wake.

A light chuckle left his lips as he looked upon the young woman. "It's been awhile... hasn't it." He took in another deep breath as the pain his unconscious form had tuned out now started to rush into his conscious mind.

Despite his attempt at a conversation, Aren could tell where his focus was. "Your padawan is with Val'Ko. They're taking a walk, to help clear Lo's mind." she explained, watching his eyes close as his heart ached for his padawan. 

"She doesn't deserve this," he began, taking in a few deep breaths as he fought to overcome the need to let his mind fall back into a black abyss. "I could feel her anxiety, her stress- I shouldn't have survived that blast, Aren... Yet here I am- she's had to lead where I cannot. I-" Dominik took in a deep breath as he felt his body trying to pull him back under. The pain he felt was overwhelming, but he wouldn't give in. He was done resting.

Aren watched the older Jedi nervously, stepping closer to him, a hand on his arm lightly as as struggled to pull away from the pain. 

"Easy Dominik. You cannot push yourself right now, you've got to let your body heal. You have wait until it is ready."

"Send for Lo... please. I need to talk to her." 

"Of course."