[Cait... Sith? That wasn't one of the Vullards, was it?
She didn't seem like she would know them - her species in itself was something of a mystery. But his stance is open, kind, kneeling down by her side and gently moving to try and banish the tar from the expanding garden with robotic fingers.
It was a shame he couldn't verbally answer her question.
For as long as he'd woken up in the Vullard's settlement, he never knew someone so... vibrant and down-to-earth as this stranger was. And even if it was just a dream, a figment of his own remaining consciousness... something about her made him feel whole again.
So the Lombax answers in his own, mute way - he smiles gently, a pipe in his arm beginning to suction the tar out away from the flowers, possibly clogging up his own circuitry had this been reality. And all the while, that same hand cradles the wounded flora, trying to nudge them back into an upright position.]
Re: thread for alister
She didn't seem like she would know them - her species in itself was something of a mystery. But his stance is open, kind, kneeling down by her side and gently moving to try and banish the tar from the expanding garden with robotic fingers.
It was a shame he couldn't verbally answer her question.
For as long as he'd woken up in the Vullard's settlement, he never knew someone so... vibrant and down-to-earth as this stranger was. And even if it was just a dream, a figment of his own remaining consciousness... something about her made him feel whole again.
So the Lombax answers in his own, mute way - he smiles gently, a pipe in his arm beginning to suction the tar out away from the flowers, possibly clogging up his own circuitry had this been reality. And all the while, that same hand cradles the wounded flora, trying to nudge them back into an upright position.]