Luka sat on his bed, thinking about the conversation. Before he had gone and talked to her, he was tired but now he just couldn't stop thinking about her. 'She looked familiar, but now the name sounds familiar,' he thought.
He tried to relax on his bed, struggling to find a position that would agree with his wrist.
The next morning, he woke up tired but didn't show it. Luka made his way to the kitchen, to help out, in whatever ways possible, even if it meant keeping Ave from trying to do something to Jahara and quite frankly that was all he had to do. Ave glared at Luka but didn't dare do anything as that would mean messing with a more advanced warrior.
Luka took occasional glances at Jahara during breakfast, trying to figure it out. 'I should remember but I don't.'
After breakfast was over, an announcement was made that they would be arriving at the base in mere moments. So in other words, it was time to clean up in the rooms if a mess was made. That didn't sound like a lot of fun though. Luka struggled trying to close his bag.
'This is a nightmare! Why wasn't I more careful?' Luka suddenly became aware of a set of hands, helping him get his bag closed.
"Are you okay, Luka?." Jahara asked.
"I'm just being slow in getting ready to go."
"That makes sense. Trying to do stuff when injured is not fun or easy."
"It sounds like you know from experience."
"Not me personally but, someone else."
"Who?"
Jahara tensed. Obviously, it was a subject that she didn't like touching on. "My dad. He busted his leg when I was five. Mom was gone so we had trouble coping. We didn't have any family to assist us. It was as horrible time."
Luka considered her story. To go through that at such a young age just sounded horrible. He almost made a comment but an announcement came through the speakers saying that they had just gotten to the base. "Time to go," Jahara said.
Luka looked up a little as she stood up. He was so surprised that he didn't notice her take his bag with her. When he noticed, he smirked. "Okay, it's game on, Jahara."