Shion's smile didn't falter as she hopped onto the hatch, waiting for Territ to get out now that they had reached the War Home. She didn't like to admit it, but she was still worried about the wound in his side. She watched Xondra disembark with the other Mandos. Shion would be the last one off. It was how things had always been. When so many of their clan members had been killed, Territ and Shion had survived, and stuck together for it. She grinned. It explained the mild insanity that afflicted them both.

"I know you will," she said.

Shion nodded. "If I had to look at that nerf jerkey for much longer I think I might have snapped," she agreed. A sudden thought occurred to her... a subtle test...

She clapped Territ on the shoulder, showing him no more gentleness than she would on any other occasion, and on the same side as his injury. "I'm glad you pulled through."

Shion folded her arms over her chest and fixed him with a most accusing look. "I ought to deck you for lying to me, but you're in enough pain. That... and I would have done the same thing." She looked on her belt, but found she had no more medpacks. So she tilted her head in a gesture for Territ to follow her to the medical building. He could be stubborn and difficult, but he wasn't stupid. As she walked with him, one nagging, recurrent thought came to her.

"Hey... Territ?" she began nervously.

Shion didn't look at him. The medical people hadn't settled in yet, so the place was abandoned. She cracked open a plasteel container, finding a medpack and returning to where she'd left Territ sitting on one of the cots. She handed it to him, her face reddening from more than the heat of the jungle moon.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly, her face grim. "If I had payed closer attention you wouldn't have gotten wounded."

Shion nodded, shame receeding a bit. She sat on the next cot down the line, patching up the cuts and scrapes she'd gotten along the way. Then the startling thought came to her that there was no medical explanation as to why her hand was tingling.

Her concious mind was screaming at her. Of course she wasn't fine! They were in the middle of a war, and now of all times she found herself attracted to him, to say nothing of the fact his arm was around her!

Live in the moment... it was the Mandalorian way. Because that moment, for all you knew, could be your last.

"I'm fine," she said. She struggled to find the right words for a moment. "But if you had died, I don't know what I would have done. You've known me almost since I was became a Mandalorian... what the hell am I saying?" She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I guess that even though we know nothing is permanent, I've come to think of you as the closest thing to it. I don't like to think of going to war one day without you there. Stupid, huh?"

She smiled wearily. "Yeah, these Jedi haven't got anything on us," she agreed. "So are you going to embed little ion charges in his casing and let them off one by one, or are you just going to blow him up?"

Shion stood up as well, taking one last scrutinizing look at Territ to make sure he was alright. He passed, and she walked back towards the mess hall, worries temporarily subsiding. she would have fun watching Territ impale this HK-47. Revenge was sweet.

Shion couldn't remember a time when she was so grateful to look at something other than jerkey and ration bars. The hunting on Dxun was good, and it had become apparent. Just to mess with Territ she swiped some of the still-packaged rations off his plate, then deposited them on other people's trays, leaving them to wonder how they got there.

"I'm thinking about signing on for a scout mission," she said, gulping down some of her own meal. "It's been awhile since we came here, and someone's going to have to clear out the bomas anyway. It'd be a good way for HK to have an accident, too," she added to Territ in an undertone.

Territ looked up at Shion. He smiled at her plan. "Sounds like a good idea to me, finnaly get revenge on that stupid ole droid." Territ said. "Why is he even here? We shouldve killed him earlier for shooting me"