[She glances over at the brown garment hanging off a tree limb.
Revan's never been close to someone with the DTs, at least not long enough to tell it's different from some other illness, but she does smell a rat, or the Star Wars equivalent thereof.]
So what what was going on? That wasn't a concussion.
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[She glances over at the brown garment hanging off a tree limb.
Revan's never been close to someone with the DTs, at least not long enough to tell it's different from some other illness, but she does smell a rat, or the Star Wars equivalent thereof.]
So what what was going on? That wasn't a concussion.