From the Bacta Tank

"Glad to see you're feeling better," a warm voice said close behind her.

Jaina whirled. "Zekk!"

"In the flash - more or less, that is," he said. He held out a sheet of white absorbent cloth and helped Jaina drape it around her shoulders. "You look like a roasted nerf sausage when I picked you up a few days ago," he said, snuggling the soft material around her. "Now I can hardly tell you were burned."

Jaina smiled at her friend. His long hair, a shade lighter than black, hung at the name of his neck neatly tied with a thong. His dark clothing was rumpled, as if he had slept in it; the shadowy smudges beneath his emerald-green eyes attested to a lack of sleep.

"I thought you were part of my dream," Jaina said. "I kept thinking that I was waking up, and I would see your face, kind of distant and blurry…but always there."

The centaur girl Lusa wrapped a sheet around the dripping form of Raynar at another bacta tank nearby. She remarked, "Zekk hasn't left the medical center since all of you went into the thanks."

Jaina smiled at Zekk. He shrugged, as if embarrassed. "I don't get out much these days. Training to be a bounty hunter kind of puts a crimp I your social life." (2-3)

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