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Quinlan Vos (waywardjedi) wrote in spinningcompass,

"You seem troubled..." he said, a neutral level of concern in his voice. A coughing fit soon took over. It was difficult to breath. He wasn't sure why but each breath felt like he was breathing in fire. Focusing on balance had kept him going so long but now that he had stopped, it was proving a bit more difficult. He still wasn't entirely sure he was safe. What if those who chased him appeared? Would she turn him over to them? He wasn't in any position to defend himself. Vos didn't mind when the odds were stacked against him. He tended to act like he liked things that way. It earned him a reputation for being a bit mad.

Not only did Quinlan have burns covering his body from the explosion, his right arm was broken too. He had a variety of minor injuries but most seriously, his lungs were burned. He had made make shift bandaged from parts of his old Jedi robes to help keep him stable. But they were damp and starting to come away from him.

Sitting down on the floor, he leaned his back against the wall. "I will be fine, thank you. Although I would like to know your name" he added, his expression remaining the same. Warm but neutral, keeping his pains beneath the surface.