Every atom in Jyn's body vibrated with an urgency to get back to the storage shed to check that he'd made it through another night. But she had duties to attend to, and it would be noticed if she suddenly didn't show up.
She had to resist the urge to check her messages every few minutes even though if he did send a message, she would receive the notification. Strange, how deep the need to ensure his condition ran, but it was there as the minutes ticked by longer than they ever had before.
She had never had reason to trust anyone as much as she trusted Gabrael. And that was a mistake in and of itself, wasn't it? She didn't know him. What if this was some sort of complicated and convoluted ruse to catch her betrayinig the Empire, to finally have concrete reason for punishment much, much worse than another demotion?
The logical part of her brain insisted that no one in their right mind would willingly put themselves in harm's way - and he was very badly injured - just for the sake of sussing out personnel who were a little less than loyal. Anybody else would've turned him over to the proper authorities, but maybe Jyn wasn't just like everybody else.
Just as she was about to leave and begin the arduous task of procuring more supplies, Jyn was summoned to Requisitions, where she was tasked with assisting with some light (ie: hours long) boring, mundane inventory.
Thankfully, after all the wondering and worrying she did as she worked, when the message came in, she felt like she could breathe a sigh of relief. He was fine - as fine as he was going to be, given the circumstances, and he was checking up on her.
The response was returned quickly.
sorry for lateness. recruited to do inventory. will be available for discussion and a bite soon.
But first, the gathering of supplies that would see him safely through another night on base. Food, drinks, med supplies. It ended up being another nearly two hours before once more, she slipped into the storage room that housed her patient.
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Date: 2020-02-12 07:49 pm (UTC)She had to resist the urge to check her messages every few minutes even though if he did send a message, she would receive the notification. Strange, how deep the need to ensure his condition ran, but it was there as the minutes ticked by longer than they ever had before.
She had never had reason to trust anyone as much as she trusted Gabrael. And that was a mistake in and of itself, wasn't it? She didn't know him. What if this was some sort of complicated and convoluted ruse to catch her betrayinig the Empire, to finally have concrete reason for punishment much, much worse than another demotion?
The logical part of her brain insisted that no one in their right mind would willingly put themselves in harm's way - and he was very badly injured - just for the sake of sussing out personnel who were a little less than loyal. Anybody else would've turned him over to the proper authorities, but maybe Jyn wasn't just like everybody else.
Just as she was about to leave and begin the arduous task of procuring more supplies, Jyn was summoned to Requisitions, where she was tasked with assisting with some light (ie: hours long) boring, mundane inventory.
Thankfully, after all the wondering and worrying she did as she worked, when the message came in, she felt like she could breathe a sigh of relief. He was fine - as fine as he was going to be, given the circumstances, and he was checking up on her.
The response was returned quickly.
sorry for lateness. recruited to do inventory. will be available for discussion and a bite soon.
But first, the gathering of supplies that would see him safely through another night on base. Food, drinks, med supplies. It ended up being another nearly two hours before once more, she slipped into the storage room that housed her patient.
Her ... friend?