Valia held onto the bed for support as her head spun and spots appeared in her vision. Her breaths coming in quick pants, mild pain radiating from where her torso was stitched together both inside and out, barely healed wounds straining from her movements. The alien's assistance felt almost foreign when she had spent the last few years being pushed to her limits and not given any chance for rest.
She turned to look towards the Jedi woman who had just spoke. The presence of a Jedi should have been of great comfort to her, instead she felt uneasy and uncomfortable. As if expecting some sort of grave punishment from them for a fault she had committed.
"I feel as well as someone who needed to have a large part of their torso cut away..." A brief pause after she answered. "Not at all. I feel like I'm am dying."
She turned to look towards the Jedi woman who had just spoke. The presence of a Jedi should have been of great comfort to her, instead she felt uneasy and uncomfortable. As if expecting some sort of grave punishment from them for a fault she had committed.
"I feel as well as someone who needed to have a large part of their torso cut away..." A brief pause after she answered. "Not at all. I feel like I'm am dying."
