meditxtive:

                “I can see that but I would hardly agree your
                  condition to be as irrelevant as you claim.”

      From a superior stance she stood as solid as a statue, with nearly
      clinical, ashen hues focused on the image of a fallen girl. A most
      interesting place to be stationed whilst the long repairs on the Ebon
      Hawk proved her how successfully stranded they were in a planet
      where the Republic most certainly would not be recognised.

            Nevertheless, the locals were pathetically harmless; almost in a
            desirable way given the Jedi’s reality of constant galactic warfare.
            One of reliable hands reached for the auburn lass with apparent
            nonchalance; enough to offer her support for the time being.

        “For the untrained, falling from such heights can damage
        the body in great proportions, if a proper treatment isn’t
        in order. I suggest you find medical aid immediately.”

        Wincing, she memorized all the places that would hurt worse in the next
        couple of days. Though all she needed was a good healing potion and the
        bruises would fade in a matter of hours. The girl looked up at her new
        companion, new and surprising. Lily had never seen her before and she
        had a certain knack for knowing faces, especially in her neighborhood.

            ❝ Really, I think I’m al- ❞

     She most certainly was not alright. Whatever possessed her to think
     otherwise, she didn’t know. Light hues glancing up to see a hand
     reaching for her, meagerly grasping for it. She felt her muscles contract
     in pain. Falling from trees was not something she would ever get used to
     But if there was always someone to magically appear to her aid, perhaps
     that would soften the blow. 

                     ❝ Untrained? Are-.. are you some sort of an auror? ❞

           There was something different about this woman. She was no mere
           muggle. There was an electric feel to her. Buzzing around her very
           being, like an aura. Like magic. But it wasn’t quite magic, it was some-
           thing else entirely. She whispered her words, fearing that someone 
           might be around.