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[corsec_jedi]

[[ After this...Corran is lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The talk with Wedge is still running over and over in his mind. He's analyzed it from a thousand different angles, and in all of them, something is still horribly wrong. They hadn't had that kind of confrontation since... well, since he was recruited

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[nodistresshere]

"Hey," Iella says, and before he has any sort of a chance to respond or to protest, she's stepping inside and hugging him.

[corsec_jedi]

"Hi." Corran enfolds Iella in a similar hug, and just stays there.

Finally, reluctantly, he lets her go and looks her in the eye, closing the door behind her. "I'm guessing you're here over the Isard thing?" Corran's own concern for his ex-partner flashes across his face as he guides her over to the sitting area, waving at a chair while he flops down on the nearby sofa.

[nodistresshere]

"Well, I was going to be a little more subtle, try some small talk first," she says wryly, settling gracefully into the offered chair, "--but basically, yes. Are you okay?"

She pulls an immediately face at herself. "That's no kind of a question to ask you, I know, but-- I don't know quite how else to ask it, Corran. Are you?" Worry rolls off her in waves.

[corsec_jedi]

Corran waves it off. "I haven't really been in a friendly, small-talkish sort of mood since Isard showed up. Especially with... well, the confrontation."

He runs a hand through his hair. "Honestly? I don't know. I know what my intentions were, and I know they were right. But..." His voice trails off, and he stares into space for a moment, before returning to the moment. "Iella, everything just seems... tainted since she came in that door. Friendships, words... hell, something even seemed wrong with the caf today." He shakes his head, frustration rising in his voice. He catches himself, takes a deep breath, and breathes out much of the tension before shaking his head again and looking at the ground.