you can call me great one

When she had some time, Jaina took a medkit into the fresher to tend to today's cuts and bruises, leaving the door open so she could hear her comlink if it went off. There wasn't anything too bad, nothing that wouldn't heal in a few days, but the scrapes still needed to be treated.

When the dire-cat had attacked, it was Jaina who was able to calm it down and call it off. Which surprised her. She'd done something like that once before, when she'd first gotten to Fandom and the dinosaurs attacked, but she'd chalked that up to them just being really stupid animals. It wasn't even that it had been hard, it just meant calming herself enough to do it, which she usually wasn't very good at. Controlling them had always been Jacen's thing, with his connection to animals, and Jaina had been fine to let that be his thing. She was starting to wonder why she limited herself like that.

She wasn't the type to go looking to collect new powers or anything. The only time she'd ever really done that had been when she'd been falling to the dark side and apprenticed herself to Kyp, and it'd take a damn good reason for her to use those now. But she and Jacen were twins. If he was getting downright scary with what he could do, she had the potential at least to learn that much. If she was worrying about how things were going to go and train as hard as she did just in case, there was no reason to not see what else she could do with her powers, too. So, she knew she could do this, and now she'd find a way to practice it and get better, and that'd be one more thing she knew how to do.

And maybe next time they ran into any planet's native predators she'd be able to do something about it before she ended up needing to disinfect the scrapes down her arm. Jedi or not, that stuff stung.


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