<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/>"Careful!" Instinctively, Hira caught Leri when she stumbled towards, and instead of immediately stepping back again, found herself holding the Mandalorian upright for maybe just a moment longer than strictly necessary. The unsanctioned Jedi apprentice was furiously wondering why her mouth suddenly felt a tad dry, really, and why they were just staring at each other for a good long moment... Though when she finally realized what exactly she was wondering and what she was doing, Hira's pale, almost albino-like face quickly went a bit red as she let go of Leri, trying to maintain some composure. She had to figure this was from the stress of the escape, she barely knew this woman or anyone on this ship! But still, it had felt... nice?<br/><br/>"S-so Leri, Mandalorians know a thing or ten about martial arts as well, right?" By the Force, what kind of attempt at easing the tension was THAT?!