That was progress. He drank all the water Jyn had left him and tried experimentally to stand and stretch. Just a little, very carefully, cataloging every part of his body. Not great, but better.
He also finally had the wherewithal to look around. He didn't search the place. …Much. Not to any strenuous extent. Not prying open resisting crates or even straying far from the cot. It wasn't so urgent; he wasn't a prisoner. He didn't need to look for weapons or tools or prepare tricks. Nonetheless—lulled as he was tempted to be in trusting Jyn, one should have contingencies. If she turned out to be deceiving him, or stopped showing up, because she'd been transferred, or thought she was being watched, or got caught—
He found himself hoping that, if it had to end badly, it would be her deceiving him. Bad for him, but preferable to her getting caught or imprisoned or killed—
These were strange, strange thoughts. He shouldn't give them any more focus.
Sitting back down, he picked up the datapad. He avoided any activity that would raise a flag for Imperial monitors. He just caught up on some general Galactic news. Infuriating as it was through Imperial filters. He knew their spin codes well enough to be able to interpret their reporting.
He thought about messaging Jyn. Just to confirm the line was open. He decided against it.
After a while, he set the datapad on some droning analysis of which minerals made the best droid parts. (—something that interested him that wouldn't be completely skewed, on Imperial channels; unlike news or history or language or culture—) And he tried to get back to the sleep. Sleep helped the body heal. The more of it, the quicker recovery.
He wasn't sure if he succeeded. He zoned in and out of the narration, but when the finally gave up and sat upright, he didn't feel much more rested.
He was, on the other hand, more concerned. Jyn had usually looked in by now.
He picked up the datapad again. Considered. And, this time, decided in favor.
To: J Erso Subject: lunch break
did you like the holonovel ? interested what you think . shifts allowing can discuss over meal ? - also, not to rush you but will need it back eventually . later - g
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Date: 2019-12-19 09:10 am (UTC)That was progress. He drank all the water Jyn had left him and tried experimentally to stand and stretch. Just a little, very carefully, cataloging every part of his body. Not great, but better.
He also finally had the wherewithal to look around. He didn't search the place. …Much. Not to any strenuous extent. Not prying open resisting crates or even straying far from the cot. It wasn't so urgent; he wasn't a prisoner. He didn't need to look for weapons or tools or prepare tricks. Nonetheless—lulled as he was tempted to be in trusting Jyn, one should have contingencies. If she turned out to be deceiving him, or stopped showing up, because she'd been transferred, or thought she was being watched, or got caught—
He found himself hoping that, if it had to end badly, it would be her deceiving him. Bad for him, but preferable to her getting caught or imprisoned or killed—
These were strange, strange thoughts. He shouldn't give them any more focus.
Sitting back down, he picked up the datapad. He avoided any activity that would raise a flag for Imperial monitors. He just caught up on some general Galactic news. Infuriating as it was through Imperial filters. He knew their spin codes well enough to be able to interpret their reporting.
He thought about messaging Jyn. Just to confirm the line was open. He decided against it.
After a while, he set the datapad on some droning analysis of which minerals made the best droid parts. (—something that interested him that wouldn't be completely skewed, on Imperial channels; unlike news or history or language or culture—) And he tried to get back to the sleep. Sleep helped the body heal. The more of it, the quicker recovery.
He wasn't sure if he succeeded. He zoned in and out of the narration, but when the finally gave up and sat upright, he didn't feel much more rested.
He was, on the other hand, more concerned. Jyn had usually looked in by now.
He picked up the datapad again. Considered. And, this time, decided in favor.