<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/><strong>"My father never wanted Jedi to serve in the war, but... for far more selfish reasons."</strong>Hira couldn't do much to provide comfort for Teslo as he told of his own story, and his own deep wounds ripped by the clone war and its incredibly tragic end.<strong>"I'm from... around here. Well, the upper city. So I don't want to act like I know what you've gone through. But... I understand loss."</strong>She said quietly to him, giving a solemn nod - her neutral face even showing some of that pain and empathy.<strong>"If you need someone to talk to or spar with when we're out there, I'm here. Though I might not be very fun company."</strong><br/><br/>With that, she too moved over to the little droid, wordlessly beginning to help the small sassy machine load up the ship, while giving the queen a small nod when the Echani noticed it watching her. The more time she spent around the animal, the more Hira found herself capable of reading it quite well - in a way, her way of expressing herself via body language alone was more familiar to her than trying to really speak about emotions.