Jax moved to shed his cloak and held it out to An-Lok before she told him that he could put her down and she would stand outside. He chuckled a little and set her down as she wished, watching her climb out and stand next to the speeder. He left his cloak where she could use it later if she wished. He didn’t miss the way she bit her lip, or the desire that came across their bond even as she turned away and tried to meditate. He took note of her struggles and held back a snicker with a smirk, more than amused when she growled when her mind wandered again, forcing her to start over. He had watched over her until it was time to leave and head to their next recruit.<br/><br/>After she’d managed to convince the young woman to follow her, Aeris had practically stalked back to the speeder. She hated using her personal experiences like this. Worse was knowing that everyone had heard what she’d said, and even if they probably already knew all of that, it was different to hear it said in such a way. Still, for whatever sulking she did, she still kept a little secret smile on her face after feeling Jek’s response, and his decision for later. She wanted him to wrap her in his arms as much as he wanted to do the same, but now was not the time, so she pushed it down and focused on the mission.<br/><br/>When they headed off again and the smoke came into view, both men, it seemed, decided that they would help those in need. She felt Jek’s hesitance, and she appreciated that he considered her warning, even though he ended up deciding to go with his Jedi teachings and help those in need, although he was specific to the terms of what he was agreeing to, where Jax just rushed ahead to help, despite An-Lok making it clear that she didn’t want to do this. He couldn’t deny his conviction or his desire to help those in need, it just wasn’t who he was.<br/><br/>Aeris briefly wondered if that would be the case if he knew what was at stake when all of this inevitably fell into place, but that was precisely why she withheld that information. To tell him that An’s life might be on the line when her visions came to fruition would be to ask him to throw away a part of himself, the part that might prevent him from succumbing to the darkness like he had in at least one of her visions. “You and me both!” Aeris called back to An as they raced off towards the burning homes.<br/><br/>At Aeris’s rebuke, Jax checked the perimeter as he searched for those who were trapped and in need of saving, rather than going after the Sith that had caused this tragedy to begin with. He had found no signs of a second assailant lurking in the area, so he focused his efforts of saving these people. He rushed into buildings to pull out any who remained inside, using the Force to shield him from the worst of the flames and falling debris as he did.<br/><br/>Upon registering that Jek had already begun to rescue those inside before she’d asked for his help, she waved a hand to dismiss whatever he was about to say and allow him to continue what he was doing. At the same time, An-Lok interjected that she would help Aeris, for which she was grateful. After An-Lok had given her orders, Aeris added one of her own, asking that at least one of them helped to move the injured to the area once they had cleared it. She couldn’t focus on healing and moving them at the same time. If she were a more skilled or experienced healer, perhaps, but as she was now, it took all of her focus to heal even minor wounds. At least she no longer had to meditate to use this skill, so that was something, anyways.<br/><br/>Aeris quickly assessed the injured nearby and focused on the ones with more serious, but not certainly fatal injuries. “Can you get me whatever first aid supplies you can find in the speeder?” she asked An as she removed her gloves and knelt next to her first patient and began to heal the wound. She did only what was strictly necessary to stabilize them for the time being, so that she could move on to the next and help as many as she could. While she worked on one, she would use An-Lok or anyone else available to help hold pressure on and bleeding wounds she hadn’t gotten to, or to bandage or apply salve to those she had.<br/><br/>She was beginning to feel exhausted when Jax finally came over and let them know that he had done another check and confirmed that the buildings were clear. He then set to helping around wherever he was needed as she continued to heal those she could, to whatever extent she could. An was right, it did feel like the war all over again, but then, they were still in a war, if a different one, and she had seen plenty of scenes like this or worse in her travels even after the Mandalorian Wars had ended. The difference for her was that she wasn’t used to playing the role of medic or healer. She was used to fighting and taking lives, not fighting to save them in this way. It was different, though whether it was better or worse, she couldn’t say.<br/><br/>As she was moving through the last of those in need of more urgent first aid, she came to the final one in need of healing, a man who quickly grabbed her hand when she reached it forward to heal his wound. She tensed up and a frown found its way onto her face. She had to fight not to reflexively smack it away—or worse. “Please. My sister,” the man said, looking up at the men who now stood behind her. “You’re Jedi, right? My sister, I think she’s in danger. She is strong in the Force, and the Sith, they’re going to take her. Please, you have to save her,” the man pleaded. Aeris put on a stoic face, ignoring his pleas, and focusing on healing his wound.<br/><br/>Jax, on the other hand, stepped forward, “Where is she?” he asked, waiting for the man to give them her location. “We’ll try to help her, if we can,” he told them man. Aeris glanced up at Jax for a moment, her expression unreadable, before she focused back on the man in front of her until his injuries had been stabilized. “Put some salve on it, if we have any left, and then bandage it,” she told their third recruit, who had helped her with several others. She then stood and walked away, glancing around at the people and deciding that those that remained could be treated with simple first aid, by responders, if this place had them, or in a facility. Those with more severe injuries would need to be treated in a facility soon, because she was only able to do enough to stabilize them, they would still need further treatment that she could not provide.<br/><br/>She headed to the speeder and dug out a bottle with some water in it, rinsing her hands of at least some of the blood that stuck to them, then grabbed anything she could find to use as a rag to wipe off whatever she could. She then leaned back against the speeder, trying to center herself amidst the organized chaos, the overflowing emotions from those that had narrowly avoided death, or whose family members had. As she watched the scene before her with an inscrutable expression, she considered the promise that had just been made to this man. It was a trap. She knew it. It had to be. It was too big a coincidence. But knowing that and being able to stop it were two very different things.