"Good," Baze says, caging her in his massive, meaty arms. He cuddles her close, tucking her into that one comfortable spot in his armor between his arm and his chest. Chirrut's spot. "A bruised soul sounds awful. And bruises are tender for a long, long time. I hope you recover quickly. Is there anything we can do to help?"
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Date: 2017-07-06 04:30 am (UTC)