The Park, Friday Morning

[suitably_heroic]

The medic had freed Atton from his kolto bath again on Thursday morning. Another full day of observation, and he was good to go, with a bunch of patches in his pocket and an abdomen that still hurt if he bent the wrong way.

And then Mical had put him on the Ebon Hawk and sent him back to Fandom. (The Hawk was to make a point: stay there, don't come back. Otherwise Mical would've just kicked him through a portal.)

He wasn't planning to stay there. Not for long. Not with Mira out there, dealing with this problem that Atton was beginning to suspect was bigger than they'd anticipated.

He didn't bother to go back to the apartment - he didn't want to run the risk of running into Sparkle just yet - but stumbled down the stairs and walked down to the park.

That alone was probably more exercise than he should've given himself. He winced at the sound of his own breath as he sank down on a bench.

Space.

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[uncertain_dume]

"And I'm still not face-first on the ground," Kanan agreed, sighing and waving a hand, shutting off the remote. "Sorry, Shooty. You're being retired so I don't have to re-name you Sparky."

Shooty, naturally, responded by falling into the grass. Kanan shut off his lightsaber.

[suitably_heroic]

"And you still have all your limbs," Atton said, shifting slightly on the bench.

He mostly repressed a grunt.

[uncertain_dume]

"... You see many people lose limbs to their training remotes?"

Kanan cast a sidelong glance at Atton at that.