thefinaljedi | Appointments

[Frankly, for Luke, this is vastly preferable. He doesn't mind people asking questions about the Force or being curious about his identity. He's used to that, and gets it at home as well. But it does often leave him feeling strange.

He keeps at it, maintaining the link for a moment more before removing his hands.]

Of course. It's why I'm here.

[Why he's here. Because he's a healer, a doctor, an accepted medical professional in the village. Use your gifts for healing, not harm. Such is the Hippocratic Oath, though that didn't stop the Rogue Malnosso.

(But they're scientists, not doctors, and there's a difference.)

Ginia pushes herself upright and lets her hands rest on her lap, a bit at a loss still.]

-I should probably go. Thank you again.-

I don't think so. Not just yet.

[Luke places a firm hand on her chest, unrelenting. He figures she won't like this, but he'd be remiss if he just let her wander off in this condition.]

You need to rest. The healing I used draws on your life energy. You won't make it far. Give it an hour, have some tea, and I'll let you go.

[No, she really doesn't. All she wants is to head back to her apartment, check on her dog, take a shower, and clean up before taking a long nap. She wants to be alone again as much as she doesn't want to get alone because she knows herself and her habits. Her head is in a bad place and it's easy isolating herself or falling into drink or doing any number of destructive things as a distraction.

It's better she stays. Ginia knows that. Even if she doesn't like it, she knows that, and she's too tired to argue anyway.]

-Just an hour.-

[Things Luke would prefer a patient he so recently worked on not do. He nods, though, acquiescing.]

I'll be back in a moment. Tea or coffee?

-Tea, please.-

[Ginia remains sitting awkwardly on the edge of the examination table, hands folding and resting on her lap. She rubs her fingers against each other, remembering how each finger was systematically dislocated, then popped back into place and healed. It's hard not remembering the pain, the tears streaming down her face, her ragged breathing.]

[Luke leaves her to her thoughts, and he's gone for five minutes or so. When he returns, he's got a tray with steaming mugs of tea, a dark oolong he's fond of. There are also a few cookies, and other simple snacks.]

Here you are. It's a bit bitter, but it'll be good for you.

[Bitter she doesn't mind. Ginia takes the cup and simply holds it for a bit, enjoying the warmth of the cup before taking a careful sip. She doesn't have much of an appetite - though she can't remember the last time she ate either. She alternates between sipping tea and nibbling at a cookie.]

-Anything happen in the village?-

[Luke picks up his own cup and shakes his head.]

Nothing, really. It's been quiet for the last few weeks.

[A relief and also oddly disappointing to hear. She considers the dates and time period she was gone.]

-No shift at all in March?

That I know of? No. Everything was quiet. That's happening more and more frequently, these days.

[Go figure. Kidnapped and tortured during the quietest month. At least everyone else had a good time.]

-Think it's a sign things are changing or are we well-overdue for a shift?

[Luke snorts, amused at the very thought.]

Oh, we're definitely overdue.

[A matter of time then. When will it be? Sometime soon, later in the month? Always waiting, never knowing, constantly preparing for the worst. It's frustrating and tiring.

Ginia sips her tea and munches on a cookie, falling back into sullen silence for several minutes. Until:]

-How's your family doing?-

[Luke sips his own tea, shrugging.]

They're fine. Better than, really. Obi-Wan arrived while you were gone. Or...re-arrived, rather.

[It takes a moment for her to process that. Obi-Wan, returned.]

-Does he remember being here?

He does, yes.

[Simple answer for a simple question.]

[Lucky him. There's some bitterness that seems through into Ginia's thoughts as she sips her tea. It's not her fault she can't remember, but it's still no less frustrating. Too many gaps, too many unknowns, it makes her skin crawl.

Her thoughts settle slightly as she focuses again.]

-Sure I can't leave? My apartment isn't far.

[He frowns, but nods after a moment.]

I'll walk you. Just to be certain.

[Ginia gets up quickly, regretting it instantly as her head feels light-headed. She wavers slightly and grabs the bed to steady herself.]

-...Flame building, floor seven.

No problem.

[Luke reaches out to steady her, offering a shoulder for support.]

But I think, given that reaction, you should at least take a nap in the back room here. That'd be my medical advice, but I won't force you to.

[She accepts the support.]

-I can nap in my apartment.-

[If napping was even possible. She couldn't remember the last time she slept and she felt tired, but her mind was still too awake. Silence was deafening when all you could hear were the thoughts in your own mind.]

Then let's get you home.

[And off they go?]

[And off they go. Tired and barefoot, Ginia watches her step as she leans on Luke, carefully avoiding twigs and sharp rocks. She looks around as they walk, still half expecting everything to shift on her at any second and find herself back in her cell.

But once they reach Flame Building, she settles. There's the bright green freight elevator the building has. She leans on the wall as the elevator begins moving toward the seventh floor.]

-....Thanks.-

Oh course.

[He gives her shoulder a reassuring squeeze.]

Just doing my job.

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