The Sun Caves
Snapped out of her trance/nap, Lyla was bewildered, finding herself suddenly some place completely different and all cruk going on around her. 'What—?' she began, with too many questions to ask as she gradually got her bearings again. Then the pain hit her again; duller and not as great as before, but no less debilitating. 'Ow...' she groaned, inspecting her wounds, finding them shallower than she remembered, with the blood washed away and clotting and scabbing over. 'Huh. Mustn't have been as bad as I thought.'
She found herself with the others, High Priest Cardo was there, and before she knew it, he was opening a giant clam. Okay... She was too stunned and sleepy to know quite what was going on, before the golden light flooded out and engulfed her. In reflection, Lyla's orange twi'lek skin glowed golden in the light.
She felt... like she was in a warm, relaxing bath, all her aches and cares washing away. It numbed her to the pain, to the feeling of flesh and skin crawling, knitting back together. Soon the glow was gone, along with the savage narglatch claw rents, as well as old blaster burns, grazes, and scars, until she was good as new again. There was no way the sceptic in her could deny that, and it hadn't needed Jedi tricks either. 'By the Goddess,' Lyla breathed in awe, 'The Great Bantha, the Jedi Force, and the Golden Sun too.' She touched her tails in gratitude. 'Thank you, we're honoured by your gift of healing light. Is this the Golden Sun?' And the Imperials wanted to turn it into a weapon.
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