Battlefield Etiquette

[idontneedluck]

Chirrut is in a temper.

Winter is coming for NiJedha, crouching at its door, and the desert wind blows shrill over the city. The pitch makes meditation an impossibility for Chirrut, making him tetchy, making him restless. He's been in the training hall all day, taking challenger after challenger. Those around him are growing wary of his fey mood, and the challenges are coming slower. This... is not helping matters.

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[iprotectyou]

Baze slides Chirrut's now-cooled, earthenware teacup over to him. "The tea is cold, because we just had to have a discussion," Baze teases, light-hearted despite his two loved ones' clear distress. Chirrut is back, and Baze has already forgiven him. Sure, things are rough now, but they'll get better. They always do.