[If orders are what Dixon requires, "command" is something Revan doesn't even need to try in order to accomplish.
Bone-tired but not injured, she throws Sothe across her shoulders in a firefighter's carry. Small mercies: the boy's too young to have hit his growth spurt. It doesn't occur to her that he shouldn't have been in the fight in the first place--if he were a Jedi, he'd already be apprenticed to a Master, traveling the galaxy and seeking out trouble.]
I can sense their minds.
[She can also sense the minds of anything pursuing them, likely making her a better sentry than Dixon even with her burden, but he doesn't need to hear that. Revan just nods.]
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Bone-tired but not injured, she throws Sothe across her shoulders in a firefighter's carry. Small mercies: the boy's too young to have hit his growth spurt. It doesn't occur to her that he shouldn't have been in the fight in the first place--if he were a Jedi, he'd already be apprenticed to a Master, traveling the galaxy and seeking out trouble.]
I can sense their minds.
[She can also sense the minds of anything pursuing them, likely making her a better sentry than Dixon even with her burden, but he doesn't need to hear that. Revan just nods.]
Come on.