Room 313- Wednesday night

[solo_sword]

There was a system to how Jaina got back from trips home. First thing she did after getting in the door was to drop her bag and find the little clock on her desk that told her what day it was. For two weeks at home, she'd only missed two days here, which wouldn't be a bad thing if she wasn't counting down to graduation. Normally then she'd start unpacking, but today she was bucking tradition and checking her phone again. Still no message from John. She expected to be hearing from him any day now, but talking to Ronon had told her that maybe it'd take a little bit longer than the ETA she'd been given to begin with.

Leaving her bag where it was for now, Jaina instead went to lay down for a minute. She was healing up after her concussion and felt fine, but unpacking, meh.


[Omg my computer works and I can plaaaaay! Come visit! Door and post open.]

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[solo_sword]

"I'll be there. Just give me the when and I'm there," she said immediately. Even if she couldn't do much to help, she could at least do that.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri looked probably ridiculously relieved. "I'll owe you for this, you know," she said, because it was a lot less mortifying than half-incoherent blithering about how relieved she was. That would be embarrassing, and . . . this was Jaina. You just didn't do that. "I'm looking at really soon. In the next couple of days, as soon as I talk to a couple of people."

Asking if Jaina was sure she was okay would be dumb; Tahiri knew how much of a beating she could take. And look, there hadn't even been bacta tanks involved this time, right?

[solo_sword]

"Okay, just let me know," she said. It'd give her a good reason to focus, actually. "Thanks for the invite." Because it did mean something.