The moment Thomas took her hand she sank down as he guided her. Any hyper-awareness she would have had due to battle earned scars that marked her skin, the blaster burn or two along her stomach, the scorched mark where flesh met lightsabre on her shoulder, and at her hip, the large burn mark that stretched over her back, and beneath her hair, was not there. Lips parted as if enough air could not pass into her and out with them closed.
Kytana actually felt herself tremble under the gaze of both the succulent man before her, and blinding beauty that was her fellow Jedi. "You both wear too much." Her own hunger tainted her tone.