I Know Something About Pain You Don't

Tahiri took her sleep when and where she could get it lately, which wasn't nearly as regularly as she'd like. And yes, part of that was her trying to avoid the dreams. They'd been a problem for two years now, ever since the fall of Yavin 4 and her time in the Yuuzhan Vong shaper compound, but they'd been more frequent since her last trip to Coruscant, more vivid since she'd taken Karla into her memories and relived her torture, more complicated since she'd learned certain things from Ben. And worse by far, of course, since Myrkr. In combination, it really wasn't conducive at all to sleep.

There was only so long she could go, though, before the healing trances she wasn't very good at yet didn't do the trick any more, and by the time she was done getting settled into her cabin the exhaustion had pretty much won out, so Tahiri gave in, stretched out on the bed in her alcove, and closed her eyes.

( This, as it turned out, was exactly why she didn't get much rest lately. (Oh hey there, angst. Again.) )

That was when she woke, as she always did. Tahiri immediately made her way to the bathroom to splash water on her face -- that was a little trickier in the cabin, especially when she was disoriented -- then headed back to her alcove.

Not that she'd be sleeping this time.

[OOC: Just establishy, NFI, and for serious, I was planning on this before I knew trickster_twin was doing something really similar, but it's kind of an awesome coincidence. Bits and pieces of this have been borrowed and tweaked from Edge of Victory 2: Rebirth by Greg Keyes and the evil, evil, evil Star by Star by Troy Denning. OOC's okay though.]

Tahiri was sitting on a log near her cabin, a couple of pint containers of ice cream from Chilly Boulder in her hands, spoons sticking awkwardly out of one of the equipment pouches on her belt, and her bare feet not quite touching the ground.

Yes, technically, she'd said she'd bring Ben ice cream, but technically she had brought it back from town, so she felt she'd fulfilled that part of the bargain. And if she looked like holding a couple of pints of ice cream in her hands was far less uncomfortable than it ought to be? Hey, it was a perfectly valid excuse to practice those temperature-regulating techniques she was supposed to be working on.

Yes, the ice cream was dinner. In her defense, one of the pints had huge chunks of strawberries in it.

[OOC: She's here for the boy. Possibly someone else. Maybe.]