Jax actually napped for much of the time An-Lok did this time. He woke only half an hour or so before she did, lying there in bed with her on top of him, her head still resting on his shoulder. He gently stroked her back, trying his best not to wake her as he thought about everything that was to come. He had told Jek and Aeris that they would pack, but now that he thought about it, he had collected notably more clothing than he had at the start of this journey, and he had nothing really to pack his things in, other than the backpack he had purchased, which wouldn’t even fit all of his things.<br/><br/>He was broken from his train of thought when An awoke and rolled out of the bed and hurried off to the bathroom. It was something that didn’t startle him anymore, but even so, it didn’t stop him from wishing he could do more to help her. Following suit, as he often did, he slid out of the bed and walked in behind her, kneeling, and gathering up her hair, holding it back for her as she did what she had to do.<br/><br/>He waited until she was finished and then wrapped her in his arms, kissing the top of her head. “Want me to get your something to eat?” he asked, having realized by now that usually if she got nauseous this late in the day, it was because her stomach was unsettled by the hunger of missing a meal—not that he allowed such things often. “Anything in particular you want?” he asked, guessing it would be something light, possibly salty, but her flavor preference otherwise changed from day to day or meal to meal.<br/><br/>Once she’d answered, he kissed her forehead. “Alright, I’ll be back,” he told her, slowly releasing her from his arms and heading out of the bathroom to put his boots and belt back on. From there, he left the quarters, heading to the lift and going down to the mess hall. He picked out something that matched her preference, then picked out something for himself. He opted to get her something to drink as well, picking something a little sweet, hoping it might help rid her mouth of any lingering bad tastes.<br/><br/>When he returned to their quarters, he slipped his boots off at the door and then moved to place the tray on the desk. As he took a seat, he gestured for her to come and sit with him, as he always did. “Feel a little better?” he asked, hoping the answer was yes, but if not, he hoped that the food might help. “I got you something to drink, too,” he gestured to the beverage he had placed on the desk next to the tray.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>Aeris was happy to comply when he pulled her a little closer, his hands gently rubbing her sides, bringing her some comfort amidst all of this mess. “Good,” she teased, looking up into his eyes and smiling lightly. He suggested that they should go pack their things and figure out where the Force Sensitives were meant to go. Still, he made no move to do so, and she felt that he didn’t want to pull away just yet—a feeling that she shared—so she just rested her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes, enjoying the moment for a little longer.<br/><br/>A few minutes passed before he stirred and she looked up, returning the soft kiss he offered before she moved to stand. “Yeah,” she replied, taking his hand and heading towards the ship’s ramp. “By the way,” she said suddenly, leading him off towards the storage bay. “I know you don’t have anything to pack your things in, so you’re welcome to any of mine,” she offered as she led him into the room. Everything was stored neatly, the room tidy and well-organized, as her things tended to be.<br/><br/>Unlike the others, she had spent the better part of a decade traveling, and while appearance wasn’t the most important thing, she liked variety in her attire, so she had many different outfits and other possessions. It was only natural that she had bags of various sizes to carry them in the event that she needed to. She leaned against the doorway, pointing to a large standing storage chest that somewhat resembled a metal wardrobe. Inside, he would find a variety of options all hanging nearly inside.<br/><br/>She waited for him to browse and make his choice if he wished to use any. Once he had, she decided that Jax might be in the same boat, so she opted to grab a larger bag that resembled a duffle bag. “I think I will go talk with the commander and let him know where we need to go,” she informed Jek as she picked up the bag and closed the doors of the chest, locking them to prevent anything from being freed when they were flying.<br/><br/>“The mission came with a destination,” she explained. “It wasn’t in the datapad, though, so that’s why An-Lok didn’t know,” she added as she took his hand again to lead him off the ship. “Well, that isn’t entirely true. It is there, just encoded,” she clarified, closing the ship up once they had walked off. “When I accepted the mission, they didn’t give me much detail, but they told me where I would be delivering my targets,” she explained, hoping he wouldn’t mind that she hadn’t shared this before. It wasn’t as though she had been hiding it, but more than it hadn’t come up.<br/><br/>Unlike usual, where she would often release his hand and put some distance between them as they walked through areas like this, with more soldiers, she held onto his hand even after exiting the hanger and locking it behind her. She walked close to him, not really paying any mind to the soldiers they passed by on the way to the lift. Once in the lift she leaned against him and took a deep breath. “You’re welcome to come with me, if you want, but it’ll be brief, so if you want to go ahead and start packing, I don’t mind,” she told him as the lift moved, stopping on the deck that held their quarters.