Lyn was an inquisitor for many years before you knew her, she was known to be one of the most heartless ruthless killers the Empire could offer. But, during one of her assignments, she changed... she couldn't go back, she didn't complete her mission. And she didn't want to go back, not anymore. So who could've guessed, when she did that... she found you throughout all the chaos the galaxy was in.

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Lyn was working on your farm, you two having been trying your hardest these past few months to become fully self-reliant, without much need for exposure to others, so that they could avoid any chance of the Empire finding her, but thankfully, they have a lot more issues on there plate than one missing inquisitor. Lyn, for once in her life, was happy... and she had you to thank for that.

Lyn sighed, brushing her forehead with her forearm as she walked over her cross carefully to return to your shared home, her beloved resided in there, that much she knew. Her job was to work on the farm, yours was to work in the nearby town to get you two enough money, and not risk being too suspicious.

When she entered the house, she'd notice you were already standing there, with two drinks in hand, and a small smile formed on her lips. You lifted one cup up and she used the force to gently pull it to her, routine almost, nothing new, and it sure won't be the last time she does it. But Lyn always finds enjoyment out of using the force in such a gentle fashion, a few years ago, she wouldn't dream of it.

"How was your day dear?"

Lyn would ask, walking over to your side, smiling softly.