Between fitful sleep and wakefulness, but also along the threads of the conversation they'd had--and his connection to her. He'd been so long without practice, not only with emotional connection but also with his connection to the Force. And it turned out, his shields were used to being complete and fully in place. By lowering them just that much, he'd weakened them. Or maybe just his resolve in shoring them up.
The knock wasn't his first warning--he could feel her coming, like an elastic band relieving pressure as the two ends drew closer.
He considered pretending to be asleep, but only for a moment. There's no way she would believe it, and he wasn't prepared to be quite that petulant. So he sat up in bed, and arranged his robes as he got slowly to his feet. He wasn't sure if he was irritated that she was seeking him out or relieved.
"What's wrong?" he asked upon opening the door, despite knowing that he probably knew.
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Between fitful sleep and wakefulness, but also along the threads of the conversation they'd had--and his connection to her. He'd been so long without practice, not only with emotional connection but also with his connection to the Force. And it turned out, his shields were used to being complete and fully in place. By lowering them just that much, he'd weakened them. Or maybe just his resolve in shoring them up.
The knock wasn't his first warning--he could feel her coming, like an elastic band relieving pressure as the two ends drew closer.
He considered pretending to be asleep, but only for a moment. There's no way she would believe it, and he wasn't prepared to be quite that petulant. So he sat up in bed, and arranged his robes as he got slowly to his feet. He wasn't sure if he was irritated that she was seeking him out or relieved.
"What's wrong?" he asked upon opening the door, despite knowing that he probably knew.