Yon-Rogg scowled at her while the medic applied a healing matrix to his side. Vers kept her head down, hands clasped in her lap, but she kept peeking up at him, and she was somehow managing to nail the simultaneous look of being both slightly guilty and not exactly repentant.
"It's my fault more than yours," he said, and ruthlessly crushed any awareness of how literally true that was. "And what's our goal for the next sparring session?"
"Not throwing the teacher through any more buildings," Vers recited dutifully.
"That's right." He might have to look into having her power suppressor turned up.
Carol & Yon-Rogg on Hala
Yon-Rogg scowled at her while the medic applied a healing matrix to his side. Vers kept her head down, hands clasped in her lap, but she kept peeking up at him, and she was somehow managing to nail the simultaneous look of being both slightly guilty and not exactly repentant.
"It's my fault more than yours," he said, and ruthlessly crushed any awareness of how literally true that was. "And what's our goal for the next sparring session?"
"Not throwing the teacher through any more buildings," Vers recited dutifully.
"That's right." He might have to look into having her power suppressor turned up.