"On probation, but fine." Chirrut dismisses firmly, scurrying out of the bed so he can at least try to push Baze down into it. "You shouldn't be up." He reiterates, a sob somewhere caught in the back of his voice. He had to listen, all he had left to do was listen, to the healers reports, their worries, the setbacks, the potential consequences.
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Date: 2017-04-05 09:04 am (UTC)