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“You’ve been alone all this time?” Her eyes widened upon hearing this, worry in her mismatched eyes as they casted concern unto him. The worry grows even more when she sees all of his wounds and bites. Is this what clone troopers endured when abandoned? Or was this for those alone, far away from civilizations during the fighting?

She then rummaged in her bag among the treasures and pulled out some more bacta, along with some bandages if needed. Setting the bandages in the shade she offered them to Sev.

“I want you to use some of mine.” It wasn’t an offer, but an assertive demand. If they were both gonna get out of the jungle, then she needed to make sure he was gonna be ok. Pulling the blaster to her side, she places a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“Take all the time you need ok?” 

Sev, ever the Commando, is servicing his gun in the jungle of Kashyyyk of all places, trying not to think about having no idea what his next move is, when he hears the snapping underbrush coming towards him; he doesn’t know who it is, but the lack of Wookie noises isn’t comforting him, and he’s leaning towards the likelihood of his visitor being Droids as he quickly reassembles the blaster rifle, scopes it, and aims at the oncoming sounds.

he’s stranded here, no Republic forces remaining on planet, and uncertain of the outcome of the Battle thus far, having stayed in the woods since his being left behind by his squadmates- so he knows he’s got nothing but the fight in his bones and his wits to keep himself safe. however, luckily, he’s got plenty of both of those in his favor...

breath holds in his chest, a mausoleum of ribs and red-stained armor- he stills his finger against the trigger and squints through the visor that synchs to his sniper-scope, waiting for the indication of whether to fire or hold to explode through the bushes ahead...

sweat slides, all tickling droplets, down his hot skin under his plastoid armor, but he doesn’t waver, and doesn’t speak- his deep, snarling, gravelly voice would only serve to reveal his location, and that would not do until he’s sure of who- or what- is coming through the jungle as he waits there in the clearing.