Baze stalks over to Chirrut, takes the lightbow from him in one hand, and deposits Ibani into his arms. Baze feels like throwing up. He clings to Chirrut's weapon, pressing the cool metal against his cheek and fighting a good, hard crying jag. He'll have time to cry later, after they've saved this baby walker--and chased the mother out of their camp.
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Date: 2017-06-25 05:09 am (UTC)"Where is her baby?" Baze croaks.