Chirrut has gathered a small crowd by the time Baze reaches him. The larger Jedhan shoves his way through, going to his knees next to his smaller friend. Baze's fingers check, feather-light, for sources of injury; he neither sees nor smells blood, much to his relief.
But Chirrut is so, so pale, and is curled in on himself. Baze wraps his powerful--made less powerful by hunger--arms around his friend's shoulders, shielding him from view.
"What happened?" Baze whispers urgently, hoping Chirrut will be able to answer him.
It's only then that the thought registers, absurdly: Neri called him Guardian Malbus. He hasn't been a Guardian in years.
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Date: 2017-10-09 06:00 am (UTC)But Chirrut is so, so pale, and is curled in on himself. Baze wraps his powerful--made less powerful by hunger--arms around his friend's shoulders, shielding him from view.
"What happened?" Baze whispers urgently, hoping Chirrut will be able to answer him.
It's only then that the thought registers, absurdly: Neri called him Guardian Malbus. He hasn't been a Guardian in years.