[ Anakin Solo is feeling the same sort of effects, though he's mostly been trying to ignore it for the time being. It's something he can't fix with the Force, which is...troubling. To say the least. Not that he's a healer by any means, but simple first aid is something he can do, and calling up heat? That's a padawan trick.
Except it apparently isn't at the moment, and if it weren't for the fact that Tahiri's gone and his father seems to be having vision problems, Anaakin might be more concerned about himself, but he's always found it easier to worry about others first. And no matter what the issue, he's never been able to sit still. He's more at ease doing something to try to solve things, or at least being useful in a different direction.
So he's heading into the shop, because he can work there without distraction...mostly. It's a little distracting when a boy maybe two or three years younger than him stumbles throughFiver, who had been leading the way ahead of Anakin as they moved on, and the droid immediately whistles his furious disapproval of the whole being walked through thing. Anakin's wrist-comm beeps, several times, and he glances down at the translation almost absently. ]
Whoa, Fiver, I doubt he meant anything by it. [ He's more concerned about the boy than the droid at the moment; that wasn't a Jedi trick, it was...something else. Anakin's felt himself fading away a time or two so far during the day, and he hasn't liked it in the least. One hand falls to his lightsaber clipped to his belt in a sort of compulsive gesture to draw comfort, even as he frowns over at Hiro.
shopping district!!! IT'S BEEN SO LONG
Except it apparently isn't at the moment, and if it weren't for the fact that Tahiri's gone and his father seems to be having vision problems, Anaakin might be more concerned about himself, but he's always found it easier to worry about others first. And no matter what the issue, he's never been able to sit still. He's more at ease doing something to try to solve things, or at least being useful in a different direction.
So he's heading into the shop, because he can work there without distraction...mostly. It's a little distracting when a boy maybe two or three years younger than him stumbles through Fiver, who had been leading the way ahead of Anakin as they moved on, and the droid immediately whistles his furious disapproval of the whole being walked through thing. Anakin's wrist-comm beeps, several times, and he glances down at the translation almost absently. ]
Whoa, Fiver, I doubt he meant anything by it. [ He's more concerned about the boy than the droid at the moment; that wasn't a Jedi trick, it was...something else. Anakin's felt himself fading away a time or two so far during the day, and he hasn't liked it in the least. One hand falls to his lightsaber clipped to his belt in a sort of compulsive gesture to draw comfort, even as he frowns over at Hiro.
No accusation or anger, just concern. ]
Need any help catching up with "Baymax"?