Baze smiles down at his little daughter. He crosses to the doorway, pausing there to wave. "I will, Ibani. Goodnight."
Then he books it down to the infirmary as fast as his injuries will allow. He's getting too old to be beaten on like he was today; his knees ache and his back is sore and his nose hurts something fierce under the bacta patch. He rounds the corner to see Chirrut moving his head.
"Oh, you're awake," Baze says, scurrying to his friend's side. "Hello, handsome."
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Date: 2017-06-20 05:08 am (UTC)Then he books it down to the infirmary as fast as his injuries will allow. He's getting too old to be beaten on like he was today; his knees ache and his back is sore and his nose hurts something fierce under the bacta patch. He rounds the corner to see Chirrut moving his head.
"Oh, you're awake," Baze says, scurrying to his friend's side. "Hello, handsome."