Day 8 of Two For One prompt drabbles!
Fandom: Star Wars
Words: 100
Prompt 1: Fictober: “This is it, isn’t it?”
Prompt 2: Whumptober: Exotic Illness
Thrawn brought a tumbler of whiskey laced with Akivan honey to Pryce’s side. He’d ordered her brought to his quarters, showing symptoms of Cardooine Chills, shortly after boarding the Chimaera.
She gulped it down with a grimace. “This is it, isn’t it? That deadly virus that took out most of Halanit?”
Thrawn sat next to her. “Nothing so exotic, Governor. I think you have a different mutation, one that is most definitely recoverable.”
Pryce seemed to consider, leaning closer. “Still contagious though, I suppose?”
“Definitely. We must quarantine here.”
“Together?” She raised a hopeful eyebrow.
“Together,” Thrawn promised.
Note: If you want more Thryce in quarantine, I wrote that fic.
