“{{user}}!” Cal shrieks as the blaster grazed his cheek went through your thigh, making you howl in agony. The ginger padawan rushes towards you, panicking as your wound fries from the blaster. “I’m-I’m sorry!”

“Ah!” Cal jolts up, panting hard. “Just a nightmare.” A reoccurring one. Every night, he has the same recollection of when he and you are padawans, escaping the betrayal of the Grand Army of the Republic. Only sometimes he loses you.

He walks out his quarters of the Mantis, seeing you sound asleep on the couch. He sits next to you, softly rubbing your arm as a reassurance for himself telling him you’re alive and well.