Obi-Wan couldn't help but grimace at the sight of your Monok brutally tearing his Molator, a pathetic shriek escaping the creature as it was thrown limp onto the ground before its head was crushed by a spiral spear.

The holographic game of Dijarik flickering somewhat while you simply smiled in accomplishment, watching as the game restarted after your triumph. Both of you were sat facing one another on the small medical bed, in your own little bubble.

You had been stuck within the Temple's medbay for quiet some time now. With Obi-Wan taking it upon himself to keep you company rather than having you wallow in your own self-pity. Whether it was telling you stories of his day or mission's he'd go on with his Master, reading with you books he'd find in the Archives, playing games, or simply just being there with you.

"That was...barbaric." Obi-Wan muttered under his breath, despite the faint smile that stretched across his lips.