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Characters: Rey and Kylo Ren
Date: Late August
Location: Healer's guild, Kylo's room
Situation: Rey pays a visit to an unlikely patient
Warnings/Rating: None yet


Kylo Ren had thought there was little that could be worse than being seriously injured in battle by someone who didn't even have the Force, even if he had won the battle in the most final way possible.

When he looked up from the notebook in which he was practising kedan writing to check on the person who had just opened the door, he was proven wrong.

Here he caught sight of his impending doom and had to correct himself: there was probably little that was worse, and he had just discovered one of the things that were.

Kylo cleared his throat audibly to keep the scavenger from taking a too close look at the hospital room, or pay attention at all attention to the fact that he was in a hospital. As if it wasn't far too late for that.

He didn't have any personal touches here, as he still refused to consider that he might be here for a longer stay, and but there were several notebooks stacked by the bed. Studying material both for his studies in the artes, and the kedanese language, and thoughts about Force training, if he ever got to teach any of the Force sensitive kedan Galen Marek had discovered.

"What are you doing here?" he asked tightly, his face showing his displeasure at being caught in a moment of weakness. "Have you come to gloat or simply to finish the job?"

All of a sudden he felt more keenly aware than he had in a while that he was wholly without allies on Tu Vishan. If he was lucky Rey believed Hux and Phasma were still around, just laying low, but that was if he was lucky...

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As she came into his room, she was struck by a number of things — mainly first and foremost how easy the decision to come here, to Kylo Ren's hospital room in the Healer's Guild, had been. She'd done it without much thought when she'd felt the pull across the Force bond they shared, the sharp sensation of pain and agony too blinding to ignore.

Part of her compelling insistence to come, to see his injury for herself, had been selfishness; Ren was hers to kill if cause necessitated it, just as he'd proven the same on his part with his actions when she'd first arrived in Keeliai, redirecting Hux's blaster bolt. But another conflicted, confused part of her was genuinely concerned, not in the least because she'd seen some very different — but no less compelling — sides to him in the last couple of months, while living on the turtle.

Their recent escapade only a few days earlier with the multi-colored Lucid crystals, in the privacy of his home, was another matter entirely. Cursed with vivid remembrance of every single detail of that afternoon, she wasn't about to forget what had transpired on his couch. The excessive hair-petting had been the least mortifying recollection.

So as she stepped further into the room, the door closing slowly behind her with a soft click, Rey frowned at his bristling welcome.

"I came to see you, to see how serious it is." His injury, she meant, and her eyes roved over him curiously before meeting his once more. "And I didn't come here to do either of those things." Her frown deepened. "To be honest, I'm surprised you would suggest such a thing. I don't kick people when they're down."

(...Welll, okay, there was that one time in the snowy forest...)