OOM: AU Child! Ibani

[last_kallig]

The last few months have been even harder than usual, after the death of her mother figure. Perhaps grief made her weaker, more vulnerable to sickness, because she knows she's dangerously ill. She hadn't meant to wind up here, wherever here is, but it has shown up in the nick of time.

Ibani shivers against one of the walls of Milliways, her body wracked with fever and hunger both. She's somewhere between seven and ten, clothed in fabric with far too many holes in it, and wearing a slave shock collar around her neck. Her bones stand out too sharply against her skin, and her eyes are fever bright and darting around the room.

She's not sure if this is some dying hallucination, if she's gone mad, or if she truly HAS wound up somewhere utterly strange. Whatever this is, instinct and her body DEMAND food, fuel to fight the sickness that is killing her. Untrained in the Force, she's grasping on instinct for any energy it can give her.

Maybe, maybe if she gets close enough to one of the tables she can steal some food without anyone noticing. Yes, yes that's a good plan

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Nightmare sleep does not count as good or restful sleep... that is his argument, at least

Skellig stretches slightly and allows her to settle back into his chest.

"I have no doubts of your ability to keep up with me," he mutters. "With some better food in you, you'll catch up in no time, I'm sure."

He yawns.

"Want to try to nap again? I think the energy is...better. No more nightmares."

[last_kallig]

"Sleep sounds good," she murmurs, snuggling closer. If she'd ever had a father figure in her life, she might start thinking of Skellig as 'dad'.

It won't be long until they both drift off into restful sleep.