Kailen (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=677250)<br/><br/>"Ninety-eight, ninety-nine..."  Kailen pauses, his arms fully extended in the high push-up position, as Merryn's thought comes through.<em>One moment.</em>He does his best to return.  After all, it wouldn't do to leave this unfinished.  "One-hundred."  After the last pushup, Kailen flops to the ground for a few moments, his muscular bare chest heaving in and out with his breathing.<br/><br/>Rising, he moves over to the refresher unit, quickly toweling off, looking at his reflection in the mirror as he does so.  Same strong jaw, same easy smile that he was used to seeing every day.  The flush that colors his cheeks and neck from his exertions was familiar enough, too, although that was fading as his breathing normalized.<br/><br/>He entirely misses the tiny core of fear that inhabits his pale blue eyes.  Not surprising; he couldn't really feel it, certainly not well enough to identify.  But while Kailen always kept training, always did his best to maintain his warrior's physique, and keep his skills sharp, there had been an extra edge to it the past few days.  The skill and ferocity with which the Mandalorians had fought had injected this fear into him, fear that all his skills and training would not be enough to keep his friends safe.<br/><br/>For the meantime, though, he is cheerfully unaware.  Unwilling to put on his Jedi robes so soon after exercises, Kailen pulls a tank top over his torso, once more smiling easily as he goes to meet Merryn and the others.