you can call me great one

Jaina'd left a bunny in the room after hearing the call for help, and by the time everything was over, she really wanted to do nothing more than curl up and sleep for once. But hey, she couldn't argue timing; say you're not good enough to face a Sith and then one shows up a week later? In that case, Jaina also wanted the war over and a million credits.

She didn't think either of those were going to happen.

When she got up to the room, she closed the door behind her and began working off her boots. They got to go away now.


[For the room's owner!]

Jaina had not had a great couple days. Between getting kidnapped, electrocuted at random but persistent intervals for two days, turning on a fellow classmate and then having to drag her uncle to the clinic, she figured she was about done for the week. She stopped off at her room long enough to clean up, threw her still-damp hair back and headed upstairs to knock on John's door. Just because.

[For the room's occupant!]