<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/><hr/><br/>The faintest hint of a smile passed across Hira's face when Teslo reacted with enthusiasm at a potential spar with her. She nodded, her stance a bit less guarded now.<strong>"I'm far from a master like my grandmother or mother were, but I'd be happy to spar with you. A bit of normalcy in this... insanity."</strong>She replied, but before they could really plan further than that, Eselsei spoke up and revealed that she was exactly what the druid had suspected Hira of being. The Echani didn't show much reaction at first glance, but she did briefly put a hand onto Teslo's back as he whispered, sharing his sentiment silently.<br/><br/><strong>"As I said outside, I am no Jedi. But my mother was, once. She left the order, but that did not save her."</strong>The normally even tone carried with it a heavy sadness for a moment, and Hira's silver eyes remained focused onto the ground, with her hand remaining on Teslo's back. Putting it into words, the thing she had felt when their connection of master and student had broken apart, it hurt her more than she even realized. Now, moments from leaving lethal danger, sadness was finally allowed to grip at the Darksun's heart, and it nearly drowned her.