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Saiden grinned. Pointing first at the lighthouse shining above them and then gesturing at the night sky with its multitude of stars he chuckled. "Seems like she's with us plenty, in spirit at least." Looking down, he examined the flowers that Sunjata was playing with.
Arching an eyebrow, the cook cocked his head to one side. "Don't take this the wrong way, but why would I leave my offering with yours?" As he waited for the Arbiter's answer, the Hali fished in the pocket of his shorts. Pulling out a flask, he took a swig from it.
Then his eyes narrowed as they took in the other man's wound and the strange scars on his chest. Saiden took in the other signs that Sunjata was not well (the disheveled state, the excess of swear) and frowned. "You all right, mate?"
Arching an eyebrow, the cook cocked his head to one side. "Don't take this the wrong way, but why would I leave my offering with yours?" As he waited for the Arbiter's answer, the Hali fished in the pocket of his shorts. Pulling out a flask, he took a swig from it.
Then his eyes narrowed as they took in the other man's wound and the strange scars on his chest. Saiden took in the other signs that Sunjata was not well (the disheveled state, the excess of swear) and frowned. "You all right, mate?"
