<div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/807557987769122816/832686820633346078/Hira_Jedi.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong>Hira Darksun (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2419961)<br/><strong>Hit Points :</strong>45 / 45<br/><strong>Condition :</strong>0 (Healthy)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Defenses</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Reflex :</strong> 17 (Flat Footed 17)<br/><strong>Fortitude :</strong> 17<br/><strong>Will :</strong> 20<br/></div></div><br/>Hira's body tensed in its entirety when Elesei touched her, completely taken by surprise and confused for a moment, before she exhaled slowly and relaxed. She gave a slow nod to the Padawan, unable to express herself with words right now - even more than usual - as she tried to get her emotions under control. The guilt she felt and the pain that had reverberated through the Force right into her was not something easily overcome. She had fought before - she had fought for her life before, since the last day of the Republic. But she had never killed before. Maybe it was a blessing by the Force, to be granted a moment to fully understand the gravity of killing, in a way where it wouldn't get Hira or those she wanted to protect killed.<br/><br/>These were good people. Good people that needed to be protected. Leri came back, and... Ah, that Mandalorian had been a woman? Well, that armor really was great at concealing identity. She pushed herself off of the wall with a nod.<strong>"I'll be done quickly."</strong>She murmured, before heading into the refresher. Maybe some cold water would get her mind to calm down further...