It was late at night when Jaina gave up on sleep, heading to the kitchen of her family's apartment on Coruscant. She'd finally finished packing, not caring too much about what she brought. She was used to packing. It was just that not knowing too much about the climate or exactly how long she would be gone made it difficult. She'd done her best, but at the same time she wondered if she hadn't focused on it to take her mind off of other things.
( cut to spare your flists )
( cut to spare your flists )