SHOCADI’ATAR.
Shocadi appreciates that he knelt down. It would have made her neck sore to look up towards him when she was unable to stand. She was dizzy and sometimes she could see two of him in her hazy sight. “My brother,” she started. “He’s all I have. He’s… he’s my twin, he looks like me. Taller. Probably redder than me right now.” Her complexion was paled from the illness. “Everyone he cares for– me and his friends– are in here and he’s alone. Can you… please check on him? Just see if he’s okay?”
what she requests would mean spending time elsewhere, searching for her brother, as opposed to a remedy to the illness that torments her. however, anakin holds the subject of family in high regard. he understands being alone and feeling helpless all the same. to deny her needs when she’s in such a state would go against his every moral. when she finishes speaking, he nods. “ of course. ” a twi’lek her color wouldn't be difficult to spot. he wants her to feel reassured, so he stays away from asking questions he can figure out himself. “ what’s your name ? i’ll tell him you sent me. ”









