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When Revan wakes, it's to the savory aroma of Dewback ribs being grilled. A quick glance at the chronometer shows he slept through the day. Again.
His sigh loses to a yawn and he almost curls back up again when he hears Kira talking to Ranthus, some tale or another about what the twins had done. He listens for a moment before he eases out of bed, standing, unsteadily, to the feet to join them.
He'd missed out on a lot with the girls when he was gone and though he'd been deemed well enough to not be under monitor anymore, they were waiting a couple of more days before they risked traveling back to Alderaan. Even he knew, without the copious amounts of sleep he'd been doing to remind him, that he was no where near his usual healthy self.
He not only looks pale and weak, he is. Two days had passed since he'd initially awoken, and he needs to amble along, using furniture to help him when the ground spins out from beneath him.
He hates it.
His sigh loses to a yawn and he almost curls back up again when he hears Kira talking to Ranthus, some tale or another about what the twins had done. He listens for a moment before he eases out of bed, standing, unsteadily, to the feet to join them.
He'd missed out on a lot with the girls when he was gone and though he'd been deemed well enough to not be under monitor anymore, they were waiting a couple of more days before they risked traveling back to Alderaan. Even he knew, without the copious amounts of sleep he'd been doing to remind him, that he was no where near his usual healthy self.
He not only looks pale and weak, he is. Two days had passed since he'd initially awoken, and he needs to amble along, using furniture to help him when the ground spins out from beneath him.
He hates it.