[ She looks down at his leg while he works on her arm. At first it's just a tilt of her head, but then she reaches to tug at the pant leg, examining the stitches. A steady nod follows and she lets go of him, redirecting her attention to his hands where they work at her sleeve, and then to his face.
It's human. Ruthlessly human, in fact. She prefers not to get to know the particulars of someone, like that they read fiction three times over and keep it under their pillows, or that they took up sewing to piece themselves back together because they didn't have the medical bay and med droids and —
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It's human. Ruthlessly human, in fact. She prefers not to get to know the particulars of someone, like that they read fiction three times over and keep it under their pillows, or that they took up sewing to piece themselves back together because they didn't have the medical bay and med droids and —
Well. That was his choice. ]