[h3]Kissimi[/h3]

The wolf groaned and rolled her head back, her nose knocking into Kissimi's lightsaber and sending it tumbling a few inches to the ground. It sprang on, but Kissimi quickly turned it off, cursing quietly. That lightsaber had been her red one, and now she'd have to deal with that. The wolf blinked innocently, but Kissimi still stopped petting her.

[h3]Chase and Pira Jackson[/h3]

Chase nodded and hurried off to do as Megara asked. Meanwhile, Pira hovered at the doorway, silent but debating speaking. [i]She needs to sleep, most likely. Sleep and a doctor. At least until the medical transport gets here. Master Kissimi would need to clear ou- her- ship in order for anybody else to land, though, and that might be problematic. I see no good options, but they can figure it out, right?[/i]