Mirrwell looked over her shoulder at the others. She and many Jedi were
waiting in a private room in the healers' quarter of the Jedi temple.
The room was a dreary cream-yellow, and round as a black hole. Mirrwell was peering into a window, no one was there.
Centara was pacing back and forth, her newly appointed apprentice, Rusta watching her nervously.
Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Qui-Gon Jinn were seated towards the back. Obi-Wan leaning forward, hands folded in his lap. Qui-Gon Jinn's hand was on his companion's shoulder comfortingly. The young man was downhearted, even though he now wore the cloak of a Jedi Master.
All of the sudden, the door burst open, sending the occupants to their feet.
"Now, I suggest you all sit down."
"H-how is she!?" Centara cried, running up to the healer.
"She's… well I guess she's been better. She leaps off into these… flights of fantasy, doesn't really have too much movement in her legs yet. Everything seems to be in order though.. we just don't understand. It seems like she's not putting up much of a fight, as if she didn't care one way or the other."
"Can we see her?" Mirrwell asked nervously, she and Nayr had grown apart these few days, she needed to apologize to her friend. She didn't want to lose her.
"No.. she doesn't want to see anyone…" The healer paused, as if he had more to say, everyone sat down, tense, eyes on him. "Anyone but Master Qui-Gon Jinn."
The room slapped itself into silence. Nayr only wanted to see Qui-Gon Jinn?
The Jedi master stood up, and quietly followed the healer into the back room.
Mirrwell caught Centara's eye as the doors swung back and forth.
"Remember what I said; if she starts to 'fly off', call me." Qui-Gon nodded, and entered the small white room.
Nayr was sitting up in a bed, her hair tossed, and unkempt looking, hanging around her shoulders.
She looked up as Qui-Gon walked in.
"How are you feeling?"
Nayr just stared at him, he took a seat calmly by the bed. A few moments of deafening silence followed, finally Nayr spoke.
"Is there hope for a person like me?" Qui-Gon straightened up, and looked at the young Rebel. She slowly turned her head to look him in the eye. "Is there?"
"I can't answer that I'm afraid." Nayr lowered her head. "Everyone has a future Nayr, everyone has hope. It's what they chose to follow, how they follow it, that decides their fate." He stood up. "You have to find out for yourself, no one can do it for you, young Solo."
She returned to staring at the wall.
"Do you want me to send anyone in?"
"No." She spat quickly, yet it sounded hesitant. Qui-Gon nodded, and left, turning so Nayr could hear him.
"He's worried, and so are they. You don't want to lose them, I know you don't." He left, closing the door silently behind him.
Nayr turned her head to watch the door.
"Qui-Gon! Qui-Gon how is she?" Centara called, standing up as Qui-Gon Jinn re-entered the room.
"She is fine, just confused. Give her some time. I have a feeling that when she does get out, things will be very different."
He said with a bit of a grin, looking at Mirr, Centara, then Obi-Wan. His former Padawan fretted, possibly still un-comfortable about his feelings towards this rebel girl. He was young though, Qui-Gon thought, he'd get over it.
The room was a dreary cream-yellow, and round as a black hole. Mirrwell was peering into a window, no one was there.
Centara was pacing back and forth, her newly appointed apprentice, Rusta watching her nervously.
Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Qui-Gon Jinn were seated towards the back. Obi-Wan leaning forward, hands folded in his lap. Qui-Gon Jinn's hand was on his companion's shoulder comfortingly. The young man was downhearted, even though he now wore the cloak of a Jedi Master.
All of the sudden, the door burst open, sending the occupants to their feet.
"Now, I suggest you all sit down."
"H-how is she!?" Centara cried, running up to the healer.
"She's… well I guess she's been better. She leaps off into these… flights of fantasy, doesn't really have too much movement in her legs yet. Everything seems to be in order though.. we just don't understand. It seems like she's not putting up much of a fight, as if she didn't care one way or the other."
"Can we see her?" Mirrwell asked nervously, she and Nayr had grown apart these few days, she needed to apologize to her friend. She didn't want to lose her.
"No.. she doesn't want to see anyone…" The healer paused, as if he had more to say, everyone sat down, tense, eyes on him. "Anyone but Master Qui-Gon Jinn."
The room slapped itself into silence. Nayr only wanted to see Qui-Gon Jinn?
The Jedi master stood up, and quietly followed the healer into the back room.
Mirrwell caught Centara's eye as the doors swung back and forth.
"Remember what I said; if she starts to 'fly off', call me." Qui-Gon nodded, and entered the small white room.
Nayr was sitting up in a bed, her hair tossed, and unkempt looking, hanging around her shoulders.
She looked up as Qui-Gon walked in.
"How are you feeling?"
Nayr just stared at him, he took a seat calmly by the bed. A few moments of deafening silence followed, finally Nayr spoke.
"Is there hope for a person like me?" Qui-Gon straightened up, and looked at the young Rebel. She slowly turned her head to look him in the eye. "Is there?"
"I can't answer that I'm afraid." Nayr lowered her head. "Everyone has a future Nayr, everyone has hope. It's what they chose to follow, how they follow it, that decides their fate." He stood up. "You have to find out for yourself, no one can do it for you, young Solo."
She returned to staring at the wall.
"Do you want me to send anyone in?"
"No." She spat quickly, yet it sounded hesitant. Qui-Gon nodded, and left, turning so Nayr could hear him.
"He's worried, and so are they. You don't want to lose them, I know you don't." He left, closing the door silently behind him.
Nayr turned her head to watch the door.
"Qui-Gon! Qui-Gon how is she?" Centara called, standing up as Qui-Gon Jinn re-entered the room.
"She is fine, just confused. Give her some time. I have a feeling that when she does get out, things will be very different."
He said with a bit of a grin, looking at Mirr, Centara, then Obi-Wan. His former Padawan fretted, possibly still un-comfortable about his feelings towards this rebel girl. He was young though, Qui-Gon thought, he'd get over it.