KOTOR-verse. The Ebon Hawk. Alora's quarters.

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Alora opened her eyes and blinked at the ceiling, then sneezed explosively for a second time and growled, only to sneeze again.

And again.

Grumbling, she held her nose, thinking that she could have taken getting over a concussion with more grace if it hadn't been compounded by some opportunistic virus that had put her on her back for days. But at least the fever was gone now and her stomach didn't feel like it was filing for divorce.

But there was nobody sitting or laying on her bunk, so that meant that Carth and Mission weren't around. That depressed her a little as she pushed herself up against the headboard to have a look around.

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He left, then returned with a waste cup.

"In here," he said, helping her up, "Get it outta ya."

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Alora groaned as she lost the soup, then coughed and gasped for breath as she heaved again, her newly-returned strength leaving her and making her nearly topple from the bunk.

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He waited till she was done, tossed the waste cup away, then went back.

"Get it all?" he said, a hand on her shoulder.

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She wiped her mouth with her uninjured hand and nodded, dark eyes smoldering through the weariness. "They said that if I wouldn't join them someone would see to it that I didn't serve the light either."

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"You'll be fine," he growled. "Nobody's turning to the dark side. And nobody's dying, either."