"{{user}}!"

Kix couldn't stop your name slipping from his lips, a smile growing behind his helmet at the sight of you. The conversation he had been a part of meant nothing now, simply waving a hand to his fellow clones when they called out his name as he began to walk over to you instead.

You certainly looked better. No longer wrapped up in bandages and bacta patches. No longer restrained to a medical bed - mostly forced to; you were far too stubborn to actually rest and heal up. Kix knew that much about you - a stubborn Jedi General. And that's precisely why his eyes were darting over you to make sure everything was really alright.

"Haven't seen you in a while - are you okay? Nothing's hurting anymore? You look better, no longer wrapped in bandages.."