Log Date:
	4/24/98, 4/28/98

Log Cast:
	Sinjon Teague, Shenneret Veery

Log Intro:
	An exhausted, frazzled, and desperate Shenner, in the grip of
withdrawal from the stims she's forgotten to take over the last few days,
has been running herself ragged on the streets of Calamari trying to find
her missing, mysterious friend Nelun... who has disappeared out of her care
for the second time in a row. Shen has been entirely unsuccessful in her
search for Nelun... but she _has_ found the Horansi Jedi, Sinjon Teague.
	Immediately realizing that Shenner is in dire straits, Sinjon has
taken the girl under his figurative wing, giving her herb-mixed water to
settle her roiling stomach. And he's heeded her half-coherent plea to give
her aid in sleeping -- for the distraught girl figures, everything will
make sense to her again if she can only _sleep_. However, Sinjon has a
far more involved definition of aid than Shenner does, and he has not 
only escorted her back to her dingy flat, he's _also_ gotten her safely
collapsed onto her couch... and has delved into her mind to discover what
has caused the girl to fall into such turmoil. And summoned his abilities
in the Force to blunt what he's found... darkly disturbing memories, as
well as damage, inflicted by the Force, to the girl's psyche.
	And Shenner, responding unknowingly to Sinjon's efforts, has fallen
headlong into slumber. While she's slept, Sinjon has tended to her physically
as well, taking off her grubby clothes, giving her a sponge bath, and wrapping
her up deftly in a blanket. The silver necklace he's found around her neck
has been removed and stored in a safe place... and Sinjon has carried out
some other business as well....

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Exhausted. That would be the best description of the Mashi Horansi who is 
  sitting on a comfy green chair. One look around the apartment would show 
  quite a change of the past 3 days. There are various new pieces of furniture 
  and the place has been cleaned up. Fresh flowers adorn the new wooden table 
  and there is a basket of fruit on it as well. Sinjon is sipping a mug of tea 
  trying to regain some of the energy he has spent trying to help Shenner. He 
  closes his eyes for a moment...just a moment...

And during those three days, the owner of the tiny flat has remained 
  insensible on the couch, unaware of what her benefactor has been doing to 
  the room-and-a-half that has been serving as her home for the last few 
  months. In his redecorating efforts, Sinjon can have noticed what few meager 
  possessions the girl owns, or at least, what ones have been out to be viewed 
  -- her guitar case, propped in a corner. The motley collection of books and 
  data disks that have served in studies, along with the battered terminal 
  that had been resting atop her equally battered desk. But there's also a 
  collection of fiction books -- things with brightly hued covers, an apparent 
  entire series of adventure tales featuring someone named "Thane Grayson". 
  What food is in the flat is meager, too, simple packets of meals that can be 
  popped into a heating unit and quickly eaten. There's a refresher closet in 
  the flat -- that tiny nook can't really be graced with the word 'room', and 
  barely has enough space within to hold a shower and other basic amenities.
The Horansi can have noticed, too, that the neighborhood isn't exactly 
  peaceful. During the nights, and sometimes during the day, sirens can be 
  heard in the distance, and on the second night of Sinjon's vigil over the 
  exhausted girl, shouts and noises of a scuffle can be heard breaking out in 
  what's probably the apartment over Shenner's. But the only disturbance that 
  reaches Shenner's own flat is the gruff, aging, overweight male human who 
  owns the building, drawn by the odd sight of many new pieces of furniture 
  making their way into his tenant's abode, demanding to know what's going on. 
  Not even this, though, has disturbed Shen, as she's slept as if dead on the 
  battered old couch.

Sinjon jerks back to conciousness lightsaber quickly at the ready. He takes a 
  few moments to look around, his eyes a bit muzzy from the brief sleep. 
  Noticing nothing obvious to concern him he quickly replaces the saber at his 
  hip. He walks over to the sleeping form of Shenner and for about the 
  thousandth time he checks to make sure she is still within her healing 
  sleep. Sinjon yawns widly as he makes his way to the kitchen. He puts a pan 
  on the heating unit and begin to prepare some breakfast. Soon the gentle 
  smell of brown sugar wafts about the room, contrasting with the tang of 
  sizzling sausages. He hums softly to himself as he goes about preparing 
  food, today a bit differently he makes a much larger quantity.

And eventually, something changes in the quiet room... the girl on the couch 
  begins to stir, her head turning slightly, her brows knitting over her 
  closed eyes.

Sinjon continues to stir about the kitchen. He places a pitcher of liquid on 
  the table and begins to set out place settings for two. The whole area is 
  filled with the pleasant smells of cooking foods. He does not make an 
  attempt to cover his noise since his patient has not really stirred at any 
  of the other disturbances.

It takes some time for Shenner to return to consciousness, deep, heavy, velvet 
  sleep rolling slowly away from her mind, in and out, like tides. The first 
  thing that penetrates the blanket of slumber is the smells, and a vague 
  startlement as her mind processes them as _good_, stirring up sensations of 
  hunger somewhere within her belly. Then, with equal slowness, she finally 
  opens her eyes, realizing as she does so that she feels... strange, her mind 
  uncommonly clear, her thoughts seemingly washed through with clean, 
  sparkling sunlight, Bemused, she begins to look around... and as she gets 
  her first look at her surroundings, she lets out a yelp, involuntarily 
  trying to sit up. "Wha-ooaaah?"

Sinjon smiles at the waking of his patient. "Good morning!" he rumbles good 
  naturedly, "I would suggest you move slowly for a bit since your body is in 
  need of nurishment." He comes over to the couch and helps Shenner sit up. 
  "How are you feeling today?" asks the Horansi with a look of concern on his 
  face.

Green eyes wide and dazed in her thin face, Shenner stares at her guest -- or 
  host? -- then at her apartment, and then back at Sinjon. The first words out 
  of her mouth, as she reflexively and dizzily grabs at his support, are, 
  "Wh... where am I?"

The Horansi smiles toothily again before speaking, "We are in your apartment 
  on Calamari. I took the liberty of cleaning up and donating some 
  more..suitable furniture for you. Call it a gift if you would. Do you think 
  you can make it to the table for some breakfast? I have a robe you can wear 
  until you feel you can put on your clothes." He places a fuzzy, fluffy jade 
  green bathroom across her lap.

Bemused, Shen squints down at herself, discovering the blanket draped over her 
  too-thin form, and she unthinkingly grabs at that blanket, too, before the 
  robe is placed before her. "Food... yeah... sure," she mumbles, aware of the 
  emptiness of her belly, even as she manages to register that this jade robe 
  is not the forest green robe she'd had hanging up in her 'fresher. Still 
  looking rather shocked, she awkwardly fumbles into the robe, staring at her 
  own hands as she does, her motions uncertain.

Sinjon turns his back on the young woman to give her as much privacy as such 
  cramped quarters will allow. After certain that she is fairly covered he 
  turns about to help her to her feet. "I replaced many things that were old 
  and worn but I did not throw them away since I was uncertain if you would 
  still want them. I had a 'discussion' with your landlord about what I was 
  doing. I think you should probably move to a.. nicer abode." he says 
  diplomatically.

Making it to her feet, Shen frowns down at her bare toes, not understanding 
  why her legs seem made of water. She closes a fragile grip on Sinjon's 
  befurred arm, and keeps frowning, her thoughts still scattered enough that 
  all she says is a distracted, "Can't afford a better place..." Her voice 
  comes out of her a little higher than is normal for her, as if she's only 
  half-awake, dreaming.

Sinjon guides the young woman over to the table and pulls out a chair for her. 
  He helps her into her seat and pours her a glass of juice. The juice is a 
  sweet orange strawberry blend and is an amazing reddish orange. "Drink this 
  slowly or you are liable to make yourself sick." gently admonishes the 
  Horansi.

"Yeah," Shen mumbles again in confusion, "sure...." She sinks down into the 
  chair, and then blinks owlishly at the glass she's handed. Sipping at it, 
  she finds it amazingly good, and has to make herself remember to take it 
  _slowly_. But she also peers uncertainly at the Horansi, and asks, "Wh... 
  when did you... I don't remember..."

"A couple of days.." answers Sinjon, "You have been ill. We had gotten back 
  here after talking and you collapsed. I have been taking care of you.. Does 
  that ring any bells?" He looks at you expectantly.

The girl's brow furrows, and she stares down at the juice glass in her hands 
  without really seeing it. "I... was in the marketplace," she begins 
  uncertainly. "Lookin' for Nelun..." This brings a vague frown to her brow; 
  this is, perhaps, significant, though Shenner still seems scattered. Her 
  gaze lifts, then, and she ventures, "I... remember... finding you. I've been 
  sick?"

Nodding Sinjon goes back to finishing breakfast. "Yes, you have been sick. It 
  may have been a relapse of something you had before, I do not know for 
  sure." rumbles the Horansi, "I have been here taking care of you for a 
  while, 3 days to be exact."

Shenner unsteadily gulps down another mouthful or two of the juice, smiling 
  unconsciously; the fruity blend still tastes glorious to her, and it's 
  distracting her a little from Sinjon's words. But only a little. "Yeah," she 
  murmurs distantly. "I... I was sick, a few months ago, too... damn... I 
  thought I was over that..."

_By the Light.. I hope this has worked.._ thinks the Horansi. He picks up a 
  bowl and places it in front of Shenner. The smell that wafts from the bowl 
  can only be described as a heavenly brown sugar, cinnimon, maple scent. The 
  bowl is filled with a gruel of some sort. It's moderatly thick and brown. 
  "Eat this slowly, a spoonful at a time and pause between spoonfuls." he 
  solomnly says his expression serious but still an underlying mirth is 
  present.

There's something oddly childlike, oddly innocent about Shen's expression, as 
  one corner of her mouth curves up at the bowl set before her. "That smells 
  great," she blurts out.

A roll of laughter falls from Sinjon's mouth and trickles to a chuckling. "I 
  should hope so! It is a recipe my mother taught me. I was always shocked 
  when people said they did not like gruel or oatmeal or whatever grain cereal 
  they had because my mother's was so very wonderful!" He hurries back to the 
  stove to rescue the sausages that had been cooking. He scoops them up 
  quickly onto a plate and places them on the table as well as some toasted 
  bread. Sinjon grabs a bowl of his own and ladles a goodly amount of gruel 
  into it as well. "You can try some of the sausage and bread as well but 
  stick with the cereal for a bit. There is plenty to go around."

Shenner's green eyes go wide again, and she stares with undisguised wonder at 
  the assembling breakfast. "Wow," she breathes, setting down the juice glass, 
  and unconsciously shoving a hand through her disheveled hair, shoving 
  unkempt brown... and red-rooted... locks out of her face. Then she leans 
  slightly forward, peering at the bowl of hot cereal, and she starts in on a 
  few experimental spoonfuls. This, too, tastes unaccountably marvelous to the 
  girl, and in between swallows she mutters, "Feel like I haven't eaten in a 
  month..."

"You probably have not. When I encountered you, you were under the influence 
  of some stimulants. I cleaned your system of these by speeding up your 
  body's processes. It tends to burn a lot of excess energy you have stored 
  within your body. I am quite sure your body will need lots of substance in 
  the next couple of days. I have stocked your larder with food stuffs as well 
  as your refrigeration unit. As I said, I am not sure how long you should 
  stay here since the neighborhood is rather.. downtrodden. I have paid for an 
  adequet apartment in a better part of town for 4 months." Sinjon puts up a 
  paw to avoid any protests, "I do this as a friend so please do not be 
  offended by this gesture. I know that you are quite capable of fending for 
  yourself but this will give you the chance to study without the distractions 
  and it is a safe place." He picks up his spoon and begins to eat slowly.

Shenner blinks a few times, pausing in her exploration of the hot cereal. A 
  hot flush suffuses her cheeks at the mention of the stims, and this 
  apparently even distracts her from vocalizing any protests to the news of a 
  new apartment. Once more looking rather shellshocked, the girl drops her 
  spoon with a clatter against the side of the bowl, and she struggles for 
  several long moments to try to find words. Her gaze then drops down towards 
  her lap; she's still blushing.

Sinjon continues to eat his cereal but watching her with a sideways glance 
  every now and then.

Shenner finally asks, haltingly, "I... I was on stims?"

Shrugging Sinjon answers, "I do not know exactly what you were taking but it 
  was not doing good things to your body. I have purged your system of any of 
  their effects so there is no worry." He refills Shen's glass with more of 
  the juice. He stands and goes to get his cup of tea, which is now quite 
  cold. Sinjon warms his mug from a pot on the heater then sits back down, 
  spearing a sausage onto his plate.

The young woman rubs the back of her hand across her eyes, frowning vaguely. 
  "I... think I remember that, but... I... don't... don't remember _why_," she 
  mutters fretfully. Her gaze returns to her companion, and she plaintively 
  concludes, "I really have been sick, haven't I?"

Sinjon nods sagely, "It would appear so. I do not personally know much about 
  it other than what I have observed from treating you. I think that you 
  should seek out the assitance of a greater Jedi than myself. I have done my 
  best to treat you but Luke Skywalker would be able to heal you completely of 
  what ails you. From what I understand he is quite accomplished in his 
  healing ability." he says while munching on his breakfast.

Shenner blinks a few times at that, her confusion deepening. "What... Luke? 
  But... if I've been sick... he's a Jedi, not a doctor.."

"Ahh..but I healed you with Jedi methods, or at least I helped you temporarily 
  with Jedi methods. That is where Mr. Skywalker would come in..." Sinjon says 
  thoughtfully.

"Oh," says Shen, rather blankly. "Well... if you say so, pal... I-I dunno 
  where Luke is, I ain't seen him in... a long time..." She blinks 
  disorientedly again, and then remembers the breakfast before her, and 
  returns to trying to eat some of it. With her hair as rumpled as it is, and 
  her face so thin, the girl looks significantly younger.

"I know this is all confusing to you but you have been very sick. It is quite 
  important that you get into contact with Mr. Skywalker as soon as you are 
  able... You will promise me that please?" says the Horansi looking intently 
  at Shenner.

The girl's brow crinkles under her lank dark bangs, and she looks up again, 
  staring uncertainly back at her unexpected caregiver. She'd been avoiding 
  Luke, she remembers -- Luke, and the Princess, and Winter and Jessalyn. It 
  takes her a few moments, but she brings up a flash of memory: Mon Mothma, 
  asking her graciously if she'd like a message delivered to Luke or his 
  sister or his sister's aide... and herself, refusing. But for the life of 
  her, she can't quite remember _why_. "I... I guess I can do that, sure," she 
  murmurs in bemusement.

Sinjon sighs for a moment before dropping his gaze. "If you do not... you may 
  die..." he states simply. He plays with his gruel a bit before plopping the 
  spoon back into the bowl. He meets Shenner's gaze again, "This is a very 
  serious thing and I was only able to stop it temporarily. I do not wish to 
  use my influence upon you any more than I have. Please seek out his help." 
  implores the ebon Horansi.

Shenner goes rather more paler than she already is. "Die?" she echoes, her 
  voice very small.

"It is very possible, yes. That is why I was glad I was here and able to help 
  you." admits Sinjon with a small shrug of his shoulders. He begins to eat 
  again slowly nibbling on sausage and toast between converstation. "As I have 
  said, you have been very ill. It is a Force induced and that is why I was 
  able to contain it for now...but I am not sure for how long. That is why I 
  wish for you to promise me that you will seek Mr. Skywalker's assitance. I 
  have no wish for you to die..but rather to live a long and fruitful 
  existance." He smiles warmly at Shenner before going back to eating.

Her already faltering appetite now fleeing entirely, Shen gapes at the 
  creature sitting across from her, the spoon dropped from her hand, 
  forgotten. "_Force_-induced... wh-what happened to me?" She begins to 
  tremble. "I don't, I don't remember..."

Sinjon reaches over and places a warm paw on her hand. "Correct. You will have 
  to take my word on this as a Jedi. You have been ill... gravely ill. I do 
  not even have all the pieces of this puzzle so I am unable to answer you. 
  You are safe for now, and out of immediate danger. Part of the 
  disorientation is caused by the illness. You should eat and rest for now, I 
  will be here for the next couple of days recovering myself and then I have 
  to leave on business." Sinjon lets her hand go, picks up his mug of tea and 
  takes a long sip.

"But...." Fear bubbles up in the young human's eyes, and the hand covered by 
  the paw can be felt to quiver violently. Before Shen can stop herself, or 
  even think about the words or whether Sinjon can answer them, she blurts 
  out, "Paul -- is Paul alright? Is he okay?"

The Horansi nods slowly. "Yes, he is fine." he comments shortly before taking 
  another sip of his tea.

Shenner pauses, still trembling, relief surging through her at the Horansi's 
  assurance. Hard on the heels of that relief, however, comes the realization 
  that she can't quite recall the last time she _saw_ Paul. In the strange, 
  sunlit, liquid clarity of her thoughts, Shen's memories feel curiosly light 
  and insubstantial, and she has to concentrate hard before she can produce a 
  clear recollection of her and the Corellian together on a Caspar beach. But 
  after that... nothing. Frightened anew, she unconsciously hugs herself, her 
  eyes beginning to turn damp. "He..." This comes out of her in a hoarse rasp, 
  and she has to cough before she can go on, "He went... away, didn't he?"

Sinjon hands her her cup of juice before answering, "Yes. Yes he did." he 
  again states simply. He looks down at his own paws, "Again I do not know why 
  exactly, so I will not make any assumptions or come to any conclusions. I 
  know this is all very scary and I wish I could tell you that everything will 
  work out in the end, but I simply do not know. I only tried to save a person 
  who was in need..." His voice trails off.

Shenner, clearly, doesn't really _see_ the juice, though her fingers 
  mechanically accept the glass. 'Stricken' is the only word that can really 
  describe her expression now, and as she sits there with the juice in her 
  hands, she manages only a hoarse "thanks" before tears start rolling down 
  her cheeks.

Sinjon takes the juice from Shenner and puts it on the table next to them. He 
  wipes away the tears the best he can speaking all the while, "I empathize 
  with your feelings and I wish there was something I can say about 
  everything. You are alive and your mental state is not longer in jeopardy. 
  Those are the two most important things right now, no matter what else you 
  would like to believe." He gathers Shenner up in an embrace, rubbing her 
  back and speaking softly to her, "There, there.. it will be okay. Let it all 
  out.."

As the Horansi scoops her up into his befurred arms, that seems to be enough 
  to make Shenner break down completely. Sinjon is not Paul, but Sinjon is 
  _here_, and he is offering comfort, and if there's anything that Sinjon 
  Teague can have learned from his quest into the girl's troubled mind, it's 
  that she desperately craves comfort, safety, and the presence of a friend. 
  She begins sobbing, clutching at the feline with feeble strength, as the 
  impact of everything she's been told so far since her awakening slams into 
  her.

Sinjon lets the warmth and kindness that makes him a Jedi seep forth and cover 
  the pair. He hold Shenner close, murmuring words of comfort as well as 
  stroking her hair with a paw. When Shenner finally has cried herself out he 
  detaches himself from her and hands her a hankie and some more juice.

_Sunlight,_ thinks Shenner muzzily, _he's just like sunlight...._ The last few 
  sniffles leave her drained and reeling, and in childlike obedience, she 
  accepts the handkerchief and dabs awkwardly at her face with it, then takes 
  the juice in both her hands, trapping the kerchief between her palm and the 
  glass. Now, fear and loneliness subside somewhat in her feelings, giving way 
  to acute embarrassment, and she can't meet Sinjon's eyes as she croaks, 
  "Thanks..."

Sinjon smiles toothily at the young woman. He gives her hand a squeeze and 
  lifts her chin so that she is at least facing him. "You know it is alright 
  to be sad, afraid and even lonely from time to time, as long as you do not 
  let those emotions rule you and run your life for you." he rumbles, "I can 
  imagine that your life has not been the easiest," he says looking around the 
  apartment, "I cannot tell you how to go about your life but I can give your 
  suggestions, advice and do what I can to make your life a better thing than 
  it has been in the past." He sits back down on his chair still looking at 
  Shenner. "This is not to say what you have experienced have not been good 
  things, but rather you have much more to look forward to in your lifetime. 
  You have friends who care about you and want you to do well." He smiles once 
  again.

_Oh yeah? -Where-?_ is Shen's immediate instinctive reply, but she manages to 
  keep her mouth shut... not only out of sudden gratitude to this being who 
  has apparently gone out of his way to transform the dingy hole that was her 
  flat and to take care of her in illness... but also because she can 
  remember, quite vividly, that Paul at least wants what Sinjon describes. 
  _But Paul ain't here,_ her mind protests tinily. _Trace, then...? He ain't 
  here either..._ Her expression grows bleaker as she can't keep herself from 
  thinking that everybody who's seemed like a friend to her to date has left 
  her. But all she says to Sinjon is a tiny, "What do you think I should do?"

Sinjon watches the thoughts as they flicker across the young woman's brow 
  before she speaks the simple phrase. He ponders for a moment before 
  answering, "I think that you should continue with your studies and live your 
  life. I am sorry if that is not exactly what you would like to hear...but I 
  do not know that much about you. I think you have a wonderful voice and 
  music ability and that should be explored but not neglecting other subjects 
  that interest you." He clears his throat before reinterrating, "You should 
  also seek Luke Skywalker. I can leave him a note if you would like..." He 
  lets the question hang in the air.

"If you... um... know how to get in touch with him... sure," Shen mumbles. Her 
  gaunt features settle into stoic, joyless lines, her eyes still hollow, for 
  all that they're a little less ringed with dark, after her long sleep. She 
  moves her face out of Sinjon's grasp so that she can gulp down a few 
  mouthfuls of the juice, before she rasps out, "Study... yeah... find out if 
  a school'll take me..."

"Surely! I will leave word with one of my contacts here on Calamari. I am sure 
  that one of them will put you into touch with him, although I know that he 
  is currently..indisposed..but should be back soonly." smiles the Horansi 
  once again. "You should eat some more if you are able and then get back to 
  sleep." he says as he stands. Sinjon goes over to the corner of the room and 
  pulls the sheets back on a large-ish futon. The futon is covered with new 
  blankets and bed sheets. "I have also arranged for some temporary sleeping 
  quarters." he says pointing at the futonbed.

_Wha? I hadn't noticed..._ Shen blinks, startled at herself, and then blinks a 
  few more times at the bed that's been set up in her corner. "I got a bed," 
  she mumbles, her expression threatening to turn overwhelmed again, at this 
  new sign of Sinjon's largesse.

Sinjon nods, "Sure, if you wish to continue using it that is fine with me. I 
  mearly was offering you a much more comfortable not to mention a much more 
  cleaner sleeping place. It was mine while you were sleeping on the couch but 
  I have really no use for it currently. Keep it as a guest bed if you wish." 
  He shrugs and heads back to the table, plopping down in his chair his own 
  weariness obvious. "Your new apartment has been set up and they will come 
  and move whatever you wish out of here in the next week or so, you just need 
  to contact Jystim Denniger. She will help you out with any concerns you 
  might have." He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a keycard and a 
  holo-business card, and places the pair near Shenner's plate.

"Oh," Shen says, blankly, still reeling under this notion that the Jedi 
  Horansi has simply... acquired her a new apartment. "Um... you... said 
  you're goin' away...?"

"Yes, I have business elsewhere that needs attending. I am not sure when I 
  will need to leave but I know that I am not going to be around for more than 
  a few weeks. I will come and visit when I am able or you can always visit my 
  home on Caspar if you would like." he says between sips on his tea. He 
  begins to eat again, slowly savoring the flavour.

"I.. yeah... wh-whatever," Shen mumbles out. Dimly, she considers that she 
  really just doesn't want to think about All This right now.. rather easier 
  to just subside for a while into the light that's suffused her mind, to fall 
  silent, to fumble her way through eating the rest of the breakfast. And this 
  she begins to do. Ill though she might be, still, her old habits die hard -- 
  she eats every scrap before her, as if it might be her last meal.

Sinjon finishes his meal and watches as the young Corellian mechanically 
  finishes hers. "Maybe you should sleep for a while.." he asks with some 
  concern, "since it will do you good, healing wise. I will be here when you 
  wake so have no worry of being left alone..."

"Yeah..." mumble the girl, "Yeah... that'd be... nice..." She gulps down the 
  last of her juice and sways to her feet, grabbing at the table as she does 
  so.

Sinjon is at her side in flash, holding her up and support her. "Let me help 
  you. Where do you wish to sleep?" he inquires.

_With Paul,_ thinks one corner of Shen's mind. But she only vocalizes 
  something indistinct, glancing towards the futon merely because it's nearest.

Helping the weak young woman over to the futon, Sinjon lowers her to the pad 
  and tucks her in. He places a large fluffy comforter over her and give her 
  hair a quick rumple with a large paw. "Sleep well Ms. Shenner, tomorrow is 
  yet another day." he intones solomly before standing up and moving to clean 
  up the dishes.

It's clear the young human is still quite exhausted. But at least she's 
  exhausted and full of food. The moment she's horizontal, the moment blankets 
  have been laid over her, she is asleep, curling up into a ball where she 
  lies, looking quite young and defenseless.

Feeling like he's been run over by a herd of Bantha Sinjon quickly places the 
  dishes in the cleaner. Turning the machine on he pads over to the couch. 
  Noticing that Shenner has gone back to sleep the Jedi makes a quick look 
  around and secure in the knowledge they are safe for the meantime he goes to 
  sleep on the couch covered in an old blanket.

[To be continued...]