I Know Something About Pain You Don't

Well, she'd gotten her lightsaber back, at least; disconcerting as it was that the piles of zombie bodies had just disappeared from the school grounds she wasn't complaining about not having to pick through reeking piles of goo and rotted flesh to find it.

Tahiri sort of lost track of how time passed between here and home, and didn't really try to keep track of it that much anyway, aside from what was strictly necessary to keep up with how the war was going. It was more timeline confusion than she really needed. So she hadn't realized what today was, not until she checked her messages and found several birthday greetings There was a hyper one from Tekli that made her smile (nothing about a one-meter tall, fuzzy brown Chadra-Fan on an apparent sugar high wasn't funny), and more subdued ones from Sannah, Valin, Kam, and Tionne that got about the same reaction. The message from Han and Leia, though, nice as it might have been (and it really was, considering how worn down they looked and that they'd still taken the time to send it), was a little more bittersweet.

She sent back some cursory replies, thanking them and sort of glossing over the fact that the last week and change had been less than fantastic. Force knew they all had bigger things to worry about anyway.

Huh. She was sixteen now. She felt a lot older than that sometimes, she mused as she sat on her bed, staring out the window with her datapad dangling from one hand. And maybe, if some things worked out, this year might end up stacking up better than the last couple had.

Considering this was the first birthday she'd had since Anakin died, it was a little surprising that she was thinking that. But Tahiri wasn't sure that was a bad thing.

[OOC: Door's open a tad, post is all the way open! Subject to SP until late afternoon, but open anyway. She's not emo, I swear. ETA: OMFG BURGER KING KTHX.]

She'd spent all morning sitting in and advising on a far-too-long conference call she'd been hoping to put off for a while longer but just couldn't avoid any more, so the lingering effects of having to think Yuuzhan Vong for a while weren't doing much to help Tahiri's mood. Afterward, a long workout down in the salle (where she'd taken more than a few stun bolts in the process) had worked off just enough stress that she thought she could keep Riina in check, but there were still things on her mind.

Hurley hadn't come home last night, and that on top of Ben's weird behavior yesterday had had her edgy enough. When she finally got around to listening to last night's radio broadcast, it just added on to the pile. Not just Hurley, but John and Francine, and Dinah had been out there, and more people besides.

No, Tahiri was definitely Not Happy right now.

And sitting around here wasn't going to help matters much. Growling under her breath (things that Sliven would have been horrified to realize she'd overheard and remembered), she stalked back out of the room to find something to do. Someone who had a plan, people who needed help, anything. The last thing she wanted was to be alone with her thoughts right now.

[OOC: Mostly establishy, but if you wanna run into her on her way out, who am I to stop you?]