[If Revan weren't already kneeling, Dixon might have knocked her over. Instead, his emotional turmoil drags her down far more than his weight, and none of them can afford that. She returns the embrace automatically even as she draws back in the Force to preserve her own fragile equanimity, a reflexive detachment settling over her. Somebody has to be the calm one.
When Dixon pulls away, her palm is slick with blood, and she hisses between her teeth, scrubbing her hand clean on her trousers. After the Wheeler fight, they're beyond help, anyway.]
Those creatures throw off some kind of aura of despair. I doubt he's physically hurt.
[She leans over to rest a hand on Sothe's forehead, probing his mind with the Force and wincing as the darkness reaches out to meet her. She can push back, a little, but the light side doesn't respond to her here, and it's like trying to banish the night with the glow from a datapad screen.]
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When Dixon pulls away, her palm is slick with blood, and she hisses between her teeth, scrubbing her hand clean on her trousers. After the Wheeler fight, they're beyond help, anyway.]
Those creatures throw off some kind of aura of despair. I doubt he's physically hurt.
[She leans over to rest a hand on Sothe's forehead, probing his mind with the Force and wincing as the darkness reaches out to meet her. She can push back, a little, but the light side doesn't respond to her here, and it's like trying to banish the night with the glow from a datapad screen.]
What happened to you?