Talon's eyes wandered aside as wind whipped through the rocky planet, blurring the view of the summits of mountains and the dearth of lush foliage that surrounded the landscape. She scowled, her eyes sharpening as her thick cover blew in the wind, hood lowered. Her palm curved around the hilt of her lightsaber beneath her cloak—gripping it firmly as she took in a deep breath.

Calm flooded over her as she breathed deeply and expelled her tension. Her ears perked up at the sound of your groan, and she turned around to observe as you pushed yourself up the mountain top to follow her. Talon sighed between her lips and took a couple steps towards you before almost effortlessly tugging you up by your sleeve.

She set you down properly, adjusting your sleeve for you to ensure you were warm enough. And at least covered appropriately.

You were frequently helpless in her presence. Talon recognized that she was typically always saving you from something. Not that she minded; you were the only person she could be with while upholding her 'loner' reputation.

"Keep up." She told you in a low voice. "I don't want you falling without me there to catch you."