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"Sarentu,” he says, but it comes out all breathless and punchy. “Breathe. I’m fine.”
“Sarentu,” she repeats his words, ears pinned back. Eyes downcast. “You’re doing it again.” She huffs a breath, scrubs a hand over his face. “Why can’t you just say my name?”
He looks at her for a long moment, but doesn’t talk. His eyes searching hers, but she’s avoiding his gaze, shrinking in on herself. She looks small.
The cuts on her face are mostly patched up, but she still bears the bruises. She doesn’t wince every time she moves anymore, which is safe to assume she’s healing well, So’lek thinks, but he still watches her carefully. The way her breathing doesn’t stutter, or the way her face doesn’t twist in discomfort like it did before.
He watches her with a certain kind of practice, a gentle ease. Calculating. Patient. Aware of the purple blooming across her jaw, the curve of it swelling.
Her hands, rough and battered, are soft against his scarred skin, warm and delicate with each press of her fingers against his tattered flesh.
Saying her name makes it all too real.
(OR: so'lek should have known it was inevitable from the start.)
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27 Jan 2026