The trip to her dwelling would normally take her about fifteen minutes, it now took her almost an hour. She had to stop and hold herself steady to catch her breath as her shoulder throbbed in agony. Since before the climb the baby had not made a single peep and Shaena was growing concerned.

Finally she made it to her door, really nothing more then a piece of cloth drawn across a small cut out in an old wall. Much of her dwelling was reminiscent of that dark hole where she found the little one. Though, much cleaner and the stench of death did not fill the air. The only things of value Shaena had she carried with her. Shaena turned on one of her few lights, the electricity tapped from the building's main line. She pulled the pack off her back, her eyes dancing with the pain of moving her injured shoulder. She quickly yet gently pulled the baby out of it. The baby opened its eyes and made a weak attempt at reaching towards her with a tiny hand. Shaena nearly wept with relief at seeing at least some life in the little body.

Shaena brought the baby into her fresher. This place was a fortunate find for her. It had mostly functional water and such, again tapped in from the building's main line. Turning on the lights in the fresher, she took a closer look at her little charge. She made a soft sound of dismay; the poor child was in such a state. She quickly washed the baby in warm water. Under the bites, the baby's skin was flushed a bright scarlet and was hot to the touch. This little one was sick, very sick.

She had never been around children before, what do they eat? What kind of care do they need? Shaena sighed in frustration. This is beyond her limited knowledge. She rewrapped the baby in her coat and brought it out into her main room. Think… She must think! What can she feed this little one? Milk… Only she had none. Her rations consisted of what she could scrounge up for the day. She laid the baby down on her small bedding pile. She fished in her money pouch to see what she had.

She quickly counted what little money she found. Her heart fell, there was not nearly enough for medicine and food for the baby. No respectable doctor would take a bottom dweller in his or her office in the first place. Any that would see them would require more money for a fee than she had. She had to try something; she could not just let this little life be wasted. The Jedi Temple! They had healers! If they refused to help her, she could leave the child there.

"Well little one, would you like to go to the temple?" She asked the baby quietly. The baby giggled softly and smiled brightly at her. "He just likes the sound of my voice." She told herself, losing herself in his deep blue eyes. She shook herself out of her daze. It was a long way to the temple. A long climb to where she could catch an air taxi. That would use all of her slender reserves, but she would not fail this child.

She paused in her thoughts. Why was she trying so hard to save this child? She mused for a moment. A debt… she owed her life to someone who she could never repay. Someone brought her to that poor orphanage, she too was very sick. Unfortunately that orphanage was closed down five years ago. Otherwise she would take the child there. She did not know where any other was. This child needed help now; she could not spare the time in looking for another orphanage.

Shaena pulled her injured arm against her chest, and then pulled her spare shirt over her head, keeping the arm under it. With some clever maneuvering she tied her belt over the tunic, making the arm somewhat stable. With her good arm she put her precious bundle back in her pack and left her humble home without a backward glance.