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"GuuuuhhHRRRRRuuuuhn," he commented, inquiring how people were doing in their Wookiee language studies.
With some focus, Shard manages to pick up a fair chunk of Juragga's question.
"Working on it," she mutters, but her quick smile, there and gone, takes any edge out of the words. It's frustrating. She used to know more, but that went years ago. Lack of practice, the woman supposes.
And, quite likely, the booze.
She lets out an amused snort as Juragga's translator disc proves both its value (considerable) and the value of actually learning Wookie (considerably more).
"I just need to get the hang of it again, Juragga," Shard assures him, rubbing her aching forehead. Out of the corner of her eye, she notes Haarmon's change of shade and reviews the young man's rapid-fire speech in her head. Both eyebrows go up this time.
Can't be. He...no. I must be mistaken.
She'd better be; Shard isn't sure if the possibility amuses her, charms her, or frightens her.
I'm worn-out, cynical, and just plain nasty at times, she reminds herself.
That kid needs someone his age with stars in her eyes.
Suddenly tired, she sits down in a nearby chair, stuffing her hands into the opposite sleeves.