"Jawa trade language."

'Thoughts of character.' (Which you'd think is obvious…)

{Area/place/person(s)}

{Tatooine/ Sand Doons/ Carth & Oryn}

"Gah!" Carth shouted angrily, placing his hands to his head, as if to block out everything. "That's it! I'm heading back to the Ebon Hawk!" With that, he turned around and stalked off; leaving Oryn standing there, steam practically coming out her ears in agitation.

"Fine! Be that way!" She screamed at his retreating form.

Another conversation had not ended well at all, but this time, Carth actually left. He left her to watch out for her own self, and that suited her just fine.

'I'd rather be by myself that with a stubborn, pig-head! Can't even listen to me when I'm trying to be nice to him!' She snorted in anger.

Carth stoked off back to Anchorhead. 'That girl needs to learn when NOT to bring things up! Not everyone wants to share their past! Not everyone wants people in their privacy! Why can't she learn to respect that?'

'Because she's her. She wants to help, and thinks that if people share it, she can help them burden it. Which isn't as crazy as I want to think it is.'
Stopping his tracks, he took a deep breath and let out all his anger with it. 'She's just trying to help.'

A scream of pain shot through the endless desert. Carth turned immediately towards the sound of the agonized sound; back the way he came.

Fear shot through him, pumping adrenalin through his veins as he ran over the sand. 'Please don't be Oryn! Please don't be Oryn!'

Unfortunately, his prayers were ignored, and he found Tusken Raiders hunched over a feminine body with hair like the sand.
Without a word, Carth blasted one and they all ran. He rushed to the body that lay perfectly still on the sand. His heart dropped to the pit of his stomach when he looked in her face.

It was Oryn. She had a cut on her forehead that disappeared into her hair. But the wound that most likely made her scream was the deep gash going into her side. Carth nearly gagged at the sight when he tore open the blood-soaked clothes to get a better look.
Pulling out a medpack, Carth bunched up the gauze and carefully pressed it to her side. She gasped in pain and arched her back off the sand. Her breathing became ragged as he applied more pressure. He hated himself for it. The more painful her gasps sounded, the more he hated himself.

All too soon, he ran out of gauze and he didn't know what to do.

The sound of chattering and shuffling of cloth, made Carth become protective and he pulled his blaster on whoever was behind him. He stopped himself from shooting just in time, because it was a group of Jawas, not Tusken Raiders.

"We know you." They said, not in common, but the trade language, which was still difficult for Carth to understand. "You help us! We help you!" The group moved to surround Oryn, and they all worked together to pick her up and carried her away from Anchorhead. Carth followed as the Jawas walked past the safety of the Czerca poles. Not far off, Carth could see one of their sand crawlers.

Inside the Sand Crawler was hot, but not as bad as outside. The Jawas gently laid Oryn down, and began calling to the others. They spoke in their natural language, so Carth had no chance of making out what they were saying. More scattered from other places in the Sand Crawler carrying items such as cloth, a little bit of water, and some kind of fruit that he had never before seen.

They tore off what clothes she had on her torso, making Carth stiffen and blush madly because she now only wore a sports bra that thankfully didn't reveal too much cleavage. With clear view of her torso, Carth gasped at how many scares covered her arms and stomach. Some were newer and some looked older than when he had dragged her out of the escape pod on Taris.
"We can only heal the cut that takes her life." One of the Jawas informed him.

'...takes her life...' Carth repeated in his mind, guilt consuming him. 'If I had just stayed with her, I could have protected her from those monsters. ...But it did look like she was following me...' This thought only made him feel worse.

"You care for her if you want." Another said. Carth merely looked at him confused, and the little Jawa moved to stand behind her head, and made motions with his hand as if he were stroking her hair. "Make feel better."

'Make her feel better or me?' He wondered. Carth hesitantly moved around the Crawler and knelt down by Oryn's head, where the Jawa stood moments before. Haltingly he moved his hand to her hair and slowly stroked it. His hand flew away when she gasped in pain. He looked up, and realized that it was pain from the gash and not from him.

'Directly.' He looked to her face as he began stroking her soft hair again.

It had been an agonizingly long while before the Jawas turned to him again.

"She be fine with rest we think. Take her home. We do all we could." Carth nodded. Reaching into his pouch, he pulled out a few credit, but the Jawa chief put both his small hands on his fist and stopped his hand before he could give the credits.

"She friend. We do for free. No trade accept."Carth used all his will power to say two words. "Thank you."

He gently slid his arms under Oryn and slowly pulled her to his chest. Her torso was wrapped in cloth, but underneath that was peels from the fruit, which apparently stopped infection and kept it clean.

Carth exited the Crawler and walked slowly to the Anchorhead so he would jolt the injured person in his arms. He only hoped he could get back without being attacked.