Aeris smiled lightly when he told her he had slept wonderfully, “I’m glad,” she returned his soft kiss with one of her own, letting him hold her a little longer as she enjoyed the stillness and feeling truly rested for the first time in a long time. He had been right that the calm he’d always seemed to give her had helped, among other things. She’d had many of the same dreams that had plagued her sleep in the past, but this time, having him next to her, that were happy memories of the one she loved, rather than painful memories of the one she’d lost.<br/><br/>Even a nightmare had still managed to invade her sleep, not one of the war, but one of her greatest fear—losing him forever, feeling that loss in the Force, the complete and utter emptiness left behind. It was, perhaps something still born of her experiences in the war, of feeling bonds broken, ripped away as those she’d known lost their lives and their deaths echoed heavily through the Force. The war had left them all with scars to carry, some were visible, many were not. Most of those she carried could not be seen on her skin. Malachor had been the worst, it had left a scar on her that she feared may haunt her forever, in some way or another.<br/><br/>She supposed that these fears were not so easily dispelled. Perhaps this one was even stronger now that she finally had him back in her life and their bond was once again strong. Either way, his presence had still brought her peace when she’d awoken from the nightmare to find him next to her, still holding her, allowing her to relax back into a dreamless sleep that had lasted for the rest of the night. It had been the best sleep she’d gotten in a long time, so she didn’t even think about the nightmare she’d had as she laid there with him for just a little longer before she forced herself up and out of the bed to collect her clothing and head for the shower.<br/><br/>She didn’t miss his reaction when she’d offered for him to join her before she’d left the room. She smiled to herself as she had placed her clothes on the sink, stepping into the shower just as he came in. She let out a soft, happy sound when he joined her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her shoulder. When he asked for the soap, she reached out and took it off the small shelf in the corner before turning around to face him, the water making it easy for her to do so even though he’d held her close.<br/><br/>“Sure,” she replied softly, now staring into his eyes, her body still pressed close to his. “Here you go,” she placed it in his hand before kissing him, soft and sweet, allowing her lips to linger on his a little longer before she moved to turn back around. Leaning against him just a little, she leaned her head all the way back, resting it on his shoulder, closing her eyes and letting out a soft, unsteady breath, trying to relax herself under the warm water. “Perhaps I should have chosen a cold shower,” she joked, turning her head to look at him, smiling lightly as she did.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>Jax was happy to allow An to sleep on for as long as she needed, holding her in his arms, eyes closed as he just enjoyed the time, his mind clear of all thoughts in the quiet quarters. He smiled a little when she woke up humming softly before she moved abruptly, pushing herself up to look and see who was under her, taking a minute to figure it out before lying back down. He a little, “Expecting someone else?” he teased, stroking her hair gently as she slowly calmed herself back down.<br/><br/>“Good morning,” he replied, tracing a finger absentmindedly across her back as she told him that the day could wait, that she wanted to stay there. He probably wouldn’t have argued with her, but it seemed that her own body did, soon protesting the lack of food. “I think your stomach disagrees,” he laughed lightly as she heaved a sigh, coming to the same conclusion. He felt a little disappointment when she was not longer next to him, but he wanted her to take care of herself, and it wasn’t all for naught, as he got a good long look at her. His eyes took in everything until she began arguing with someone about the fact that she was in her quarters and not the cargo hold. He made a mental note to ask her about this later.<br/><br/>He shook his head, laughing quietly to himself. She was definitely going to be a handful. He slipped out of her bed, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her, his presence calm, relaxed, in stark contrast to her anger. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, waiting for her to finish before he lightly kissed her ear. “Should we wash up before the food gets here?” he asked, loosening his hold on her so that she could turn if she wished.<br/><br/>It mattered little to him whether it was now or after they’d eaten, but he knew that they would both need to wash up after last night, just as they would need to eat. He suspected that they had a long day ahead of them, and whether they were ready or not, it would soon be time to meet the day. He gave her a quick kiss on the neck before reluctantly moving to release her. If last night was any indication, it was dangerous for him to stay this way for too long.<br/><br/>He slowly released her from his arms and moved to collect his clothing from around the room, wondering if he would need to get some new robes soon. He’d not brought much in the way of personal possessions, including extra clothing, as he had guessed that Jedi robes would not be the Sith’s preferred attire. As far as he could tell, they had not uniform attire, it seemed to be somewhat individualized, but none that he’d seen bore a strong resemblance to those of a Jedi. Even if the style of their robes were of a similar design, they were never neutral colors like those worn by the Jedi.<br/><br/>At any rate, these would have to do for now. “Would you like to go first, or should I?” he asked as he picked up the last article of his clothing and turned to her, wanting to be courteous and offer for her to go first, but not knowing if she would want to eat first, since it seemed that she was quite hungry. Besides that, these were her quarters, so she might want to be the one to answer the door, as it would be quite obvious what had happened if he were the one to answer the door. Then again, he really didn’t know much about her life anymore, it had been many years since they’d seen one another, so he had no way of knowing whether such as thing was really that unusual, nor did he had any plans to ask. After all, her past was her past, it didn’t matter anymore, all that mattered to him now was their future.