It's morning, bright and early.
Hera rubs the sleep from her eyes, still finishing up brewing the first of the day's cups of caf.
When, of course, a terrifyingly tangled horror emerges from his cabin, similarly sleepy.
"Um. Kanan?"
Hera rubs the sleep from her eyes, still finishing up brewing the first of the day's cups of caf.
When, of course, a terrifyingly tangled horror emerges from his cabin, similarly sleepy.
"Um. Kanan?"
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