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[forcefelt]

Space was now quite plainly at a premium, and Qui-Gon had positioned himself as near to the cave entrance as he dared, grateful for the occasional breath of fresh--if unquestionably damp--air. He kept his expression more carefully neutral than usual, keeping his own private discomforts caught firmly behind a useful reservoir of characteristic

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[claire_fraser]

I had come down to the caves to see if the doctors there were in need of anything, and I was about to leave when I saw Qui-Gon sitting against the cave wall, looking uncomfortable. I knew that I really should return to the compound, and to the makeshift clinic area the other doctors and I had set up in the most out of the way spot we could find (which wasn't exactly out of the way, considering the mass of people crowded in), but as usual, I found myself drawn to him. It was somewhat of a hike back to the compound, and I had been on my feet for some time; that was the justification I gave myself for sitting down beside him, though it was somewhat of a poor one.

[forcefelt]

Qui-Gon discovered with something of an inward spark of realization that he could quite nearly sense her now, even here, without first seeing her. A combination of scent and physical presence, he supposed, and he was of no mind to resist the ease of subconscious identification.

"Hello," he murmured, lips curving just a bit when he turned to face her, then knelt down on the stones next to her, an inch or two shy of actually touching. "This day has been a long one," he said after a brief silence. He could feel the tension in his muscles ease just slightly, nevertheless, merely from her effect upon him.

[claire_fraser]

"Long and tiring," I agreed, leaning back against the cave wall with a little groan of tiredness. "I'm no weather expert, but surely the storm can't last too much longer?" Perhaps it was wishful thinking on my part, but perhaps not. I vaguely recalled hearing that storms began to lose their power once they made landfall, but then again it could be that this island simply wasn't large enough to have that much of an impact on a truly fearsome storm such as this one.

[forcefelt]

He shook his head, then abruptly stopped when the movement pulled against his shoulder. "I cannot say I have the slightest idea," he admitted. "The first such storm lasted no longer than three days, but this one seems somewhat stronger. Only time will tell, I suppose." He slanted her a wry glance. "And patience." Perhaps he was running a little thin on that, for once.

"Do you yet have everything you need for the clinic?" Moving everything had been a bit of a rushed adventure, and he dreaded that she might be struggling without something they had forgotten. Just now, she seemed mostly weary and probably suffering from similar pains, and he resisted the urge to offer her anything more than sympathy.