What the 7 Hells, Loklorien s'Ilancy?
How many days had she been here? How many nights had she spent staring blankly at an unfamiliar ceiling? It was nothing cold or sterile, as she had imagined would be the case in whatever Imperial facility she imagined herself to be placed within. No, nothing about this place was Imperial. The notion that her psyche might be rejecting some reality and overlaying an existence far more soothing had certainly entered her thoughts during those times that she was awake and cogent, but there had also been enough reassurances to eventually convince her that her ordeal on Umbara with Captain Wygraant hadn't resulted in her being spirited to Coruscant.
She knew that the two of them had been taken from the old Eta shuttle, she knew Zem and the healer, Kaie, had been there. Teagan as well. She knew she had allowed her body to fall into the deep embrace of slumber so that her metabolism could begin to knit together the damage done to her. She could even remember waking, eating a breakfast of sorts, and watching as the Imperial Captain had made his way down the shuttle's boarding ramp and into the dusky afternoon of Antar IV.
And then... then everything seemed a blur. She had returned to the small bunk offered so that she could rest once more, sleeping soundly even as they landed upon Ossus. Vague memories of being taken to the medical ward, of being treated, and then... then nothing.
When she'd become aware again, Zem had been there. He was perched over her, and she caught a mumbled string of words that sounded vaguely like 'you're home now'. Exhaustion took her back after that, and her world went dark.
* * *
Eyes opened slowly to cast a broken gaze up to that unfamiliar ceiling. A groan, and the Lupine rolled to her side in a ponderous movement beneath a heap of blankets and covers. She felt sluggish, a cobweb of disoriented thoughts stirring through her mind as her body haltingly obeyed her wish to rise.
All around was silence, and taking a shaky first step, the blonde shifted her gaze up and around her. A hand shifted upwards to grasp a handful of the soft white fabric that was the shirt she was wearing. She swallowed, throat achingly dry.
The quietness of the house was only disturbed by the sounds of nature outside. The sun caused the drawn shades to glow, and she reached out to pull one side over. Unfiltered, the light was blinding and her eyes clenched shut as her fingers let go, allowing the homespun cloth to fall back into place.
There was no inspection of the house she was in; there didn't really need to be. She knew who it belonged to from his descriptions well enough. He'd called it their home, and so had Teagan. In any other circumstance she would've enjoyed the chance to see where her children now lived, but in the here and now there was only one need - to quench the terrible thirst that currently plagued her.
Stepping from that back bedroom, the Lupine had found a roughspun cloak to wrap herself with, and padding cautiously down the hallway, emerged into a kitchen and dining area.
It took little time to find a glass, and greedily she filled it from the tap. Moments later she had finished half.
The glass was set roughly on the counter as she sucked in a long breath.
She was back.
Back on Ossus.
But for how long?