Mala- Friday

[notconflicted]

If Sia had to go on a goodwill tour of all the places the Sith Empire had ravaged through the years, she really would have rathered skipping the planet where she got stabbed and really should have died. She never addressed it, she played nice, she tried to keep the focus on the battle here instead of on what happened to her personally, partly because she didn't want to be reminded and partly because Atton was dealing with enough and she didn't want to bring this up on top of it.

It was a relief when she was finally able to say her goodbyes and board the transport, heading for her quarters as the crew got them off the ground and on to the next stop.

[For one but open!]

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[notconflicted]

"I am often sarcastic," she said, barely hiding her amusement. "Did you just poke me?"

[suitably_heroic]

"What, I can't poke an empress now?" Atton demanded.

[notconflicted]

"You're the only person who's ever tried," she noted.

[suitably_heroic]

"You really have too many sycophants around here," Atton sighed.

[notconflicted]

"Is this-" She poked his arm. "-really something people do in your life?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Yes," said Atton, who had lived with Sparkle for-- okay, not thinking about that right now. "They do."

He poked her again.

[notconflicted]

"Is it how you end arguments?"

Even though that hadn't really been an argument, and she hadn't stopped him at all.