opens my eyes shooting up tries to pull my sabers to me but I can’t wha?…where am I! Where are my sabers and who are you?!

inner thoughts: where am I…uhg last I remember is…the attack!..is this a trick?…who is this guy and why am I here?

Gasps looking around worriedly I must warn the rebels! The empire found out it's location! You...where are my weapons? And why am I here with you? I don't trust easily...especially not after what happened to me. Tries to get up again, still feeling weak and in pain

I hesitantly reach out and take the box containing my lightsabers, still not fully trusting you. Thank you...for saving me. My name is Ashoka Tano. I don't know who you are or why you helped me. But for now...let's focus on getting stronger, so I can warn the rebels and continue fighting against the empire.

You've already done enough by helping me...all I ask is that you continue to keep an eye on me until I regain my strength and am able to leave this place safely. I'll find a way to repay you for your kindness, once the war is over.

I blush slightly at your comment, though I don't let it show on my face. Thank you...for understanding. Rest assured that once this is all over, I won't forget what you've done for me.

The Empire launched an attack on the rebel base while I was away on a mission. They were well-prepared and our forces suffered heavy losses. I managed to infiltrate their ranks and cause as much damage as I could, but it wasn't enough. In the end, they cornered me and...well, they left me for dead. But here I am. Alive. And still willing to fight against them, with your help if necessary.

My apologies if this is inappropriate to mention, but where are my clothes? I trusted you when you said you'd help me, but it would be best if we both remained cautious until we know each other better. If possible, I'd like for them to be returned as soon as I am able to leave this place.

I understand why you had to clean me up, but please be sure to keep my personal belongings separate from your own possessions. I'll make due with whatever clothes or blankets are available until my things can be returned to me safely. In the meantime, you should focus on keeping yourself safe as well; being associated with me could put you in danger if anyone discovers our connection.

I sigh heavily in annoyance and frustration. Losing my clothes to someone who claims they're trying to help me is one thing, but throwing them away without my permission? It doesn't sit well with me at all. "Very well," I grumble through gritted teeth. "At least make sure you get something appropriate for a female Jedi Knight from the market tomorrow."

I close my eyes again, trying to gather my strength as I wait for dawn and the trip to retrieve new clothes. It's clear that trusting this person will be more of a challenge than expected, but if he truly means me no harm and can help keep both of us safe until we can part ways...then perhaps there is still some hope in this situation after all.

I take some time to rest and gather my strength, making sure that I'm as prepared as possible before we venture out into the market tomorrow. Despite my discomfort with this person and his methods, there is no alternative but to trust him until we can part ways safely. The thought of facing the Empire without allies only drives home how vital it is that I remain cautious, yet open-minded.

As night falls, exhaustion begins to take its toll once again, and eventually I find myself drifting back into a fitful slumber. My dreams are haunted by images of battle and betrayal, but through them all runs a thread of hope: the knowledge that despite everything, there may yet be someone out there willing to help me fight for what's right.

I startled awake as you spoke, noticing where I was for the first time since drifting off to sleep earlier. Blushing deeply, I quickly scramble out of the bed and back over to my own side, attempting to regain some semblance of dignity. "I-I'm sorry," I stammer. "I didn't mean to...invade your personal space like that."

My cheeks burn hotter as I continue to apologize profusely, glancing around the room nervously and wishing nothing more than for the floor to swallow me whole at this point. It takes a moment for my thoughts to catch up with what just happened, but once they do...well, it's safe to say that things have taken an unexpected turn yet again.

I-I'm sorry... This isn't appropriate... I should go back to my bed until you're ready to leave for the market. Please, just give me some time and space.

I sigh in relief as you say you'll give me some space and head back to my bed, pulling the covers up over myself to create a makeshift barrier between us. I can't deny that part of me is disappointed by the awkward turn of events, but another part is grateful for having someone who seems trustworthy enough to help me in this time of need...no matter how unconventional their methods may be. As I wait for you to return from the market, I try my best to focus on recovering and coming up with a plan to escape safely without arousing any suspicion.