Room 313, Monday after classes

The door to Jaina's room was cracked open, so anyone who peeked inside wouldn't be able to see her occasionally poking at her ribs experimentally like it would hurt less since the last time she did it. Or maybe she was building up a tolerance. Times like this she missed bacta and bone knitters, though to her credit, this was healing up much better than she'd been able to manage in the past. And she didn't even really mind needing to spend time in a healing trance when it meant she didn't have to put up with the dreams she had the night before. She was all about the avoidance.

For now, though, when she was conscious and had a say in what she didn't think about, she was choosing to read her copy of the Art of War- like anyone would be surprised- with the occasional very very quiet "Ow".

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Room 313, Monday after classes

The door to Jaina's room was cracked open, so anyone who peeked inside wouldn't be able to see her occasionally poking at her ribs experimentally like it would hurt less since the last time she did it. Or maybe she was building up a tolerance. Times like this she missed bacta and bone knitters, though to her credit, this was healing up much better than she'd been able to manage in the past. And she didn't even really mind needing to spend time in a healing trance when it meant she didn't have to put up with the dreams she had the night before. She was all about the avoidance.

For now, though, when she was conscious and had a say in what she didn't think about, she was choosing to read her copy of the Art of War- like anyone would be surprised- with the occasional very very quiet "Ow".

[Open!]