"That's alright," she says. She can't quite resist the urge to kiss him. gently. "Would you like something like what you were wearing, when you came in? It's Summer on Alderaan right now, for me."
Ibani begins to change out of her own robes. She hasn't lost as much of her tight, wiry, muscle as Ben has, she can't afford to. She's still at War, likely will be until she dies, she needs every edge she can get. The scar from Hoth is a thin, pale line on her side, curving along her ribs. What she's changing into is an outfit in dark hunter green, boots, pants and shirt. Tailored, but not fancy. Something an Alderaanian noble might wear on hunt or safari in the wilderness.
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Date: 2020-09-07 06:12 pm (UTC)Ibani begins to change out of her own robes. She hasn't lost as much of her tight, wiry, muscle as Ben has, she can't afford to. She's still at War, likely will be until she dies, she needs every edge she can get. The scar from Hoth is a thin, pale line on her side, curving along her ribs. What she's changing into is an outfit in dark hunter green, boots, pants and shirt. Tailored, but not fancy. Something an Alderaanian noble might wear on hunt or safari in the wilderness.