Rules of Engagement

[idontneedluck]

Spring days are not fine on Jedha - if anything they're worse than winter's deadened chill.
Rain comes sporadically, but when it does come it drenches the world, the ground too desiccated to absorb the water poured onto it. Outside the temple, short-lived rivers flow as the rain pours down. Inside the temple, the atmosphere (in at least one hallway) is much more cheerful.

Chirrut's practically skipping as he leads the way down the halls, tugging impatiently on Baze's sleeve. Agilely he dodges classes of acolytes and manages to slow to a more respectful walk when they come in range of one of the Elders. He's back to skipping once they turn a corner.

"Come along Baze, we're going to be late - she has lessons this afternoon, we can't be all day." He chides, gleeful in his eagerness.

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[idontneedluck]

Chirrut bites back the heated retort that was building. Instead he toes the bag of ice that had been dropped on the bed along with him until he can grab it and haul it up to easy reach.

"No, it's one of the great tragedies of the universe." Chirrut sighs, accepting the mug with over-careful hands. "But this smells lovely, thank you."

[iprotectyou]

"I wonder why that is?" Eiko muses, handing a mug to Baze. "It's a shame, really, but you'd think they'd be able to ship it in year-round."

Baze takes a gulp of his tea, burning his mouth, to keep from snapping at Chirrut again. "Thank you, Eiko," he grumbles.

Eiko glances between the two of them, debating over whether she should stick her nose into the middle of whatever this is. She decides against it. "You're both welcome."

"Chirrut, is that ice melted?" Baze says, leashing his temper.

[idontneedluck]

"Still pretty chunky." He observes, poking at it with a finger. Other than a few tentative sips of his tea, he hasn't put much effort into draining his glass. The warmth of the mug is pleasant in his hands.

"I should..." The words trail off as he peaceably inhales the scent of his tea, smelling of lush growing things, some place entirely unlike Jedha.

[iprotectyou]

"Chirrut?" Baze says, his gaze on his friend sharpening. "Are you all right?"

"He did just have a concussion," Eiko murmurs into her tea, but her eyes widen when Chirrut's head dips down. "Teacher!"

Eiko darts forward, rescuing Chirrut's tea from being spilled in his lap. Baze crosses to his bedside next, reaching out to gently shake his shoulder. "He's out," Baze says, voice bordering on panic. "Is he supposed to be out?"

[idontneedluck]

"Err." A voice behind them breaks in, one of the technicians from the infirmary. The lanky fellow looks both amused and abashed, and keeps a healthy distance away from Baze. "Actually, he is. We slipped him a sedative." He admits, wryly.

"Guardian Imwe has a reputation. Guardian Malbus, if you need more, he has an open prescription. Mixes well with tea." He smirks, his innocent face not any more convincing than Chirrut's.

[iprotectyou]

"The--the painkillers were a sleep aid?" Baze says, puzzling this out. He glances to his passed out friend, and then gives an impressed look to the technician before he leaves. "All right, then. We can live with that."

Eiko sets the tea down on the nightstand and helps Baze settle Chirrut in the bed, tucking the blankets around his neck. "I have lessons," she says, smiling. "I'll leave you to watch him. Let me know if he gets any worse."

"Certainly," Baze says, settling on his own bed to keep an eye on his friend, as promised.