Baze squeezes his friend's hand, and release him, standing from the bedside. The larger man's hands drift to his gun as he crosses to the door. He opens it a crack, peeking through.
"Guardian Malbus?" A timid girl stands at the doorway, holding up a cloth-wrapped package. "This is for you."
"Thank you," Baze says, reaching through the door to take the gift that she presents. "But I'm not a Guardian anymore. Is that all?"
"Yes, sir," she says, and turns away to leave. Baze shuts the door and crosses to the table to unwrap the package.
"Seems that the neighbors provided food for us," he says, knowing that Chirrut will probably attribute the stroke of good fortune to the Force.
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Date: 2017-04-11 11:18 pm (UTC)"Guardian Malbus?" A timid girl stands at the doorway, holding up a cloth-wrapped package. "This is for you."
"Thank you," Baze says, reaching through the door to take the gift that she presents. "But I'm not a Guardian anymore. Is that all?"
"Yes, sir," she says, and turns away to leave. Baze shuts the door and crosses to the table to unwrap the package.
"Seems that the neighbors provided food for us," he says, knowing that Chirrut will probably attribute the stroke of good fortune to the Force.