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[sitting curled up against a wall, is a Luke. He's still wearing his bloodied up clothes which have probably dried by now and just awaiting for the end to come so that the pain and his massive cravings for fonons would go away.]

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[Was that one of the reasons Luke was so filthy? There was no use arguing with him now. Anyway, there were more important things to take care of.] I see. For now let me heal your injuries... then maybe you should rest...

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[He nods understanding. Still he doesn't like seeing him strain himself so he lingers nearby in case the other needs assistance.]

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[He watches for any signs of trouble.] You will be fine...

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...

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[He smiles at his friend, making sure Luke doesn't fall.] Come. Let's take a room so you can rest.

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[He helps him up, but remains there for support.] I will stand guard while you rest.

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I would do anything to help you...

[He slowly leads the way to one of the unoccupied rooms.]

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[Opening the door to the room, he leads Luke to one of the beds.] I think will do... now rest.

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Good Nebby! Good!!!

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[He smiles warmly at him. He carefully removes his friend's shoes and sets them aside. Then sits on the other bed, from there he will keep watch.]