solo_sword | Coruscant- Tuesday

Due to getting twitchy in the levitating cabinet, Jaina had complained herself into a normal infirmary bed pretty quickly, though she was going to be here for a while longer for treatment until they released her. And once he found out she'd been moved, Jag earned himself massive points when he brought her phone unasked- fully charged, by the way. They may not have had a chance to talk about things yet, but the man was a keeper. He knew she needed both the distraction, and to tell people in Fandom what had happened.

"And you want me to do this why?" he asked, phone in hand.

Because she couldn't say it. She couldn't handle calling people individually and telling them what happened and reassuring them that she was all right over and over again yet. But she could have Jag send a text, which might seem really crass, but frankly everyone should be glad she wasn't curled up hysterically crying under her bed now that she had one. "Because I think seeing you texting might be hilarious?" she tried.

Jag frowned at her, but said, "Very well. I can be your entertainment for thirty seconds. What do you want to say?"

Jaina thought about it. It took longer than she would have thought to come up with something that didn't feel horrible. "It's all over, and I'm going to be okay, and I'll get into more detail when I can." That seemed vague but reassuring, right?

Once he'd finished tapping the message out, she decided she should probably suck it up and at least look, saying, "Let me see." Followed by, "I use contractions." And then followed by, "Honey, how are your texts stuffy?" which was followed by him frowning at her more.

Once he'd edited to her liking (which involved removing all offending apostrophes, too) and hit send, he asked, "And what if someone calls back?"

"Then you might get shooed out of the room."

"Heads of State don't get shooed."

"You say that now."

[If you want to have gotten the message, you totally did. Open for return texts and calls, with a possible SP warning while at work.]

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"Yes, yes he is."

Shhh, even big bad vampires needed an ego stroke.

"That kind of thing doesn't change, either." ~~Unless it changes in a future book.~~ "Are we okay?"

She always tried to handle this stuff the best way she could, and she stillworried about it. She blamed John.

"I called you because I wanted to check in on you," Eric said, "not because I thought I'd ever see you naked again. We're fine."

She got injured a lot, and turned into a kitten on occasion. There really was always a possibility he'd see her naked again.

~~Or if he and Jag were both up for that threesome thing and damn her parents for letting that idea be in her head.~~

"This is why I keep you around," she said with a little smile. Not that she was relieved or anything.

"Most people do it for my washboard abs and my ability to rip people's heads off of their necks," Eric mused.

"I mean, that helps," she said, and paused. "Wow, I've really come that far on the head-ripping thing."

"It's neat, isn't it?"

No, it's not neat, Eric.

"I don't know if that's the word I would go for..." she said. "I'll stick with simple neck-snapping, myself."

"Mine has more panache," Eric replied.

"From someone who's come home covered in blood a lot lately, I think 'panache' is code for 'hard to clean up.'"

And she wanted to go a long time before she had to do that again, but that was just her.